Late night at Qi Temple.

In a secluded meditation room that was closed to the public, a beautiful woman sat on a wicker chair, gazing up at the starry sky of autumn. A bald elderly woman emerged and placed a blanket over the woman's legs, saying respectfully, “Madam, Young Master's plane has taken off.”

“He has left?” The beautiful woman looked toward the direction of the airport upon hearing this.

Upon seeing some distant flickering lights in the sky, she couldn't help but sigh as she said,