Goodbye

Hui Yue, feeling better after the conversation with Lan Feng, collected his thoughts once more and looked around him. He found that the marketplaces surrounding him were filled with commoners, and although some people looked at him with hostile eyes assuming that he was a bast*rd of mixed blood, no one said anything to him. Seeing the various people walking about, he felt a sense of belonging to the city he had lived in for so long .

Sighing deeply, he slowly walked through town moving towards the smithy belonging to Cou Ling. He needed to speak with her before he left.

Cou Ling was a person he had not expected to build a friendship with, however, after having gone through forging the Sword of the Icy Tempest together alongside traveling to the Grave of the Unknown, Hui Yue would be lying if he said that he did not care about her. She was like the sister he never had.