Chapter 48- One Step At A Time

Sol rushed to wash up at a river nearby before he wore a new set of clothes his Master had given him for the trip.

These clothes were quite similar to the ones Son and the others wore back then.

While looking at his reflection inside the river, Sol posed.

"Ha, I really look like I'm from the Eastern Continent."

Sol was now thirteen, and as of now he no longer look older for his age even though he had grown a bit taller than a year ago.

While looking at his reflection, Sol glanced at his braided hair. 

Even when it was braided, it was long enough to pass his lower back; about to brush the ground once again.

A thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he turned to leave.

"Master, I need you to cut my hair!"

The old man hearing this turned to his disciple.

"Ha, damn brat. After being so stubborn you finally decide to cut that thing?"

Smiling sheepishly, Sol said.

"It's too long."