When Li Huowang awoke again, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and the ample sleep made him feel more refreshed than he had in a long time.
After washing up, he walked towards the outside of the tent dressed neatly, "Senior Brother Li, where are you going?"
Li Huowang turned to look at Bai Lingmiao, who was sewing clothes, "I'm going to bid farewell to Sun Baolu. Since the business is finished, it's about time I left."
Black Taisui had been found, and Han Fu's Nascent Soul had been taken care of. There was no need to stay any longer; it was time to leave Qingqiu.
After asking around the nearby tents, Li Huowang finally found Sun Baolu on the outer grasslands, riding a horse and flying paper kites with his childhood friend from Qingqiu, with hearty laughter audible even from a distance.
Upon seeing Li Huowang approaching, Baolu hurriedly stuffed the kite string into the hands of his beloved and stepped on the stirrups, flipping off the galloping horse.
