More than ten days later.
Xiao Yuan came back.
Helming a flying sword that seemed to have lost its way.
Wearing a tattered robe with threads coming undone and large patches of remaining bloodstains.
His face bore exhaustion, sorrow, relief, and lingering fear.
He looked like a child who just endured a harsh beating but hadn't been beaten to death.
It was coincidental that day, as Chen Li was preparing to leave the city to find a secluded place to speed through the sky.
No sooner had he stepped out of the city gate
Than he saw Xiao Yuan, descending from the sky.
At first, he suspected he had mistaken someone else for Xiao Yuan.
But then he recognized the familiar though ragged robe and the signature three strands of beard, and he knew it was indeed Xiao Yuan.
Chen Li blinked.
What's this!?
...
Xiao Yuan landed, retracted his flying sword, and looking at the vast expanse of Red Pillar City before him, he relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.
Alas, I'm finally back!
