"Han Ye, I heard that you're leaving?"
After the banquet ended, Han Ye was leaving the Great Hall when a voice disrupted his thoughts.
Turning around, it was Lu Yunzhi, who had somehow stepped out of the hall.
"Yes, my next mission is to head to Fuyao State, and also to see an old friend."
Lu Yunzhi pursed her lips, noticing a touch of nostalgia and remembrance in Han Ye's expression. She guessed, "You left your Sect for this old friend, didn't you?"
"Perhaps so."
Han Ye glanced at the deep palace constructed of vermilion walls and wooden eaves around him, feeling that it wasn't quite right for him.
At least his journey to Dragon capital had given him an insight into Lin Shihuang's current situation, and that despite Lin's fame and fortune, it came at a cost.
Lu Yunzhi looked at Han Ye's face, feeling inexplicably at peace.
