For Mi Bai, this farewell was destined to be very sentimental.
Because he didn't know when he would see Mr. Xu again.
It could be three years, or five years, or even ten years, or perhaps never again.
Even though he didn't care about the affairs of Xiling, Mr. Xu's feat of suppressing the nobility of Xiling with a single sword was widely known. Those saintly figures in the stories circulated in the streets and lanes always gave him a sense of unreality.
Although he had witnessed Mr. Xu's show of strength against the Fierce Realm and even his heroic stance wielding the golden dragon sword, during the days he spent with him, he always managed to forget Mr. Xu's identity as a warrior. He only remembered Mr. Xu's innocence and his passionate love for painting and calligraphy. If there was a kindred spirit in this world, Mi Bai believed it was the two of them.
