Dawn. . .
The first rays of sunlight had already peeked into the sky.
Yang Wei was already dressed in his elegant robes befitting his status as an elder. Throughout his time in the sect, it seemed like his wardrobe was constantly upgrading. He went from wearing the clothes of Mu Lingxi's brothers, to donning a pale, worn-out jinbei, to finally being clad in custom-made attire suited for an elite star disciple. Now, he stood there, dressed as a greatly respected elder.
If they looked at all his attire up until now, it was as if one could form a legendary tale from it.
"Today's the day..."
His courtyard, which had been his home for almost a year, lay behind him, and he let out a long sigh.
"Rawr?" Tianyi, his celestial dragon perched on his head, uttered, looking concerned about his master.
Yang Wei smiled at the dragon, feeling touched by its worry.
"It's fine, boy, I'm just feeling a little sentimental."
