"I'm going to miss you so much." Du Jiahui held both of Wang Jingyuan's hands as they stood on the top step of the main entrance to the Grand Tutor Manor. "When are you coming back? You are coming back, right?"
"I'm going to miss you too, Jiahui." Wang Jingyuan didn't want to leave the comforting presence of her best friend. "I don't know how long it would take to get Xuanyan Sect back on its feet. Maybe a few months if we're lucky? I'll send you a letter and let you know. After Xuanyan Sect is up and running, I'll come back to the Capital and continue mooching room and board off of you and Tianhong."
