Ordinary people would hardly be able to refuse such adoration and illustrious fame.
However, the Silver Knight chose to quietly leave, only coming back to ensure their safety.
...
...
Night fell.
In a secluded forest.
Xi Mu leaned against a stone by the riverbank, in front of him a campfire burned, roasting several freshly caught fish, emitting an enticing aroma.
The young mare couldn't take her eyes off the fish about to be cooked, she generally ate fresh grass, but she wouldn't reject grilled fish either.
It's fair to say she was quite looking forward to it.
"It smells so good, can you share some with me?" a lively and slightly out-of-tune voice came, and Xi Mu and the young mare looked toward the source of the sound to see a boy dressed as a wandering poet approaching with a smile, sitting down next to Xi Mu before he could refuse.
He sat cross-legged, smiling at Xi Mu.
