When afternoon arrived in Imperial, the bright and beautiful morning had turn gloomy. Grey clouds slowly cover the once bright sky as faint sound of thunder transmit in the sky.
Despite the gloominess, Ji Jingxu and the soldiers did not pay attention to it. They ran in their usual pace through the vast open field.
To them, rain or shine, it did not matter. Of course, knowing that Yue Ling is watching, they were even more motivated to impress her.
Yue Ling, who is oblivious to herself being their strength, sat on a bench at the side. She watched the soldiers run with their might like she did when she young. Her eyes caught sight of Ji Jingxu and Ting amongst the many heads.
However, she is were more focused on the little white fluff ball taking the lead.
Inu ran freely as the wind brush against his face. His tongue slightly hung out, but he does not care. He loves the feeling of the wind!
