A man who oddly seemed like he could fit in anywhere appeared in the center of a quiet forest that had previously been scarily still. His silver hair blew gently in the breeze, moving strands across his forehead.
His frame was shorter than it had been a few moments before, but taller than it had been when he last found himself in this particular part of the forest.
The forest was unchanged in its eerie stillness, but this time, the silence felt more like a welcome embrace than an ominous warning. The man, now fully in tune with the stillness, tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a subtle, knowing smile.
The silver-haired ger with the deep red mark on his forehead stood there, relaxed. It was as though the forest recognized him, and he, too, recognized this form. Yes, he was a ger again. Xu Feng, or rather, the version of Xu Feng that the people of Donghua knew, had returned.
