The trees in the mountain shivered in the crisp wind after a summer rain, their branches and leaves rustling noisily.
The sunlight laid upon the stone-paved road, where Ian led his camel beast, loaded with his luggage, and bid farewell to the Radiant Nun at the doorway of the Boleyn Workshop.
Steward Moda was at the Huai Guang Church receiving "inquiry"... of course, this was also a form of protection. In any case, the weary old man should go and get some sleep.
Though after waking up, the world was still this world.
But at least, for now, he should rest.
"Thank you for your assistance," the Radiant Nun said earnestly as she bowed to Ian. "Without your help, it might have taken me a long time to uncover the truth behind the disappearance cases around Leyan Territory."
"In fact, you had already found the thread of truth, and it had nothing to do with me," Ian lifted his eyebrow, put on his helmet, and responded seriously, "I simply lent a hand."
