The clear blue sky was a refreshing welcome.
It wasn't as though it was an impossible sight in the Dark Kingdom, but Liu Sumeng felt that it was at last a rarity. And now that he was greeted by a chilled morning breeze and birdsong along with a lovely scene, it was as though he had finally woken up from a long terrible dream.
But not quite. For the festering feeling of impatience was still alive in his gut. No matter how much he tried to quell it, he was harassed by frustration. By upset.
The bag he was holding shook under his grasp but Liu Sumeng only tightened his hold, unwilling to allowed whatever that was flailing within escape.
He could take a flying sword to Reling, but he didn't particularly feel motivated for haste. After all, even though Xuelan had finally returned, he decided to hide himself for at least an extra month.
Another month for Sumeng to distract himself.
