A New Beginning

Clarion nuzzled back, his eyes soft and affectionate.

Shen Xinghui found it hard to let go of the comforting connection.

"Clarion doesn't usually warm up to people like this. It must really like you," the stablehand who looked like a man in his thirties, said with a warm laugh as he observed the interaction.

After leaving the stable, their next priority was securing a room at an inn.

Unsurprisingly, finding accommodation in the bustling capital was easy.

The journey after that fateful night had been smooth.

Shen Xinghui had tried a few times to ask Ignatius about the two men that night, but Ignatius only offered a conflicted expression and said, "It's better if you don't know."

Shen Xinghui eventually gave up, understanding that the truth might not bring him any comfort.