Thud, the door closed, and Tang Hao's tall figure had vanished. Staring at the door, the Master stood there motionless for a long while.
After a long time, he finally lowered his head slowly, his gaze falling upon the Token in his hand, a bitter smile showing at the corner of his mouth, "I never expected my idol to have ended up like this."
...
The sun was slanting westward, in front of the blacksmith's shop sat two petit figures side by side, wearing identical clothes, just sitting there quietly.
The dying sunlight cast a faint red glow on them, as if branding their bodies with a ring of gold and red.
The girl on the left tilted her head to look at the boy, propping her hands under her chin, wanting to say something, but she ultimately held back.
Instead, it was the boy who spoke, holding a brand new forging hammer in his hands, "Xiaowu, thank you."
"Thank me for what?" Xiaowu asked curiously.
