With practiced etiquette, the youth with two distinctively unique pupils—a peerlessly sharp saber and an all-encompassing sunlit star—carefully cleaned up the table, doing so with diligence and movements that could inspire indescribable emotions, entirely unbefitting a five-year-old youth, as if this specific event, this specific activity was mentally executed an uncountable amount of times Each piece of tableware was emblazoned with marks representing the Red Dove City's Wei Clan, and as they were collected, flashes of nostalgic emotions flickered within the youth's uncommonly steady gaze.
The young man, beautiful woman, and middle-aged woman had long since left. An extraordinary impulse crashed into the youth's mind repeatedly, insisting and luring him outside to follow.
Needing him to follow.
