A few days later.
Hanping Prefecture, Master Shui Mo's Casting Room.
The flames blazed intensely, and the temperature was noticeably higher than in other places. The thick curtains flapped with the wind, and a glance inside revealed swirling flames, painting the entire room red...
A young man leaned on a fine blade, carrying a round shield, patiently waiting outside.
Today was the day he was to collect his shield, so he came early.
Accompanying him was still Ling.
Because everyone else was busy, Ling, who had nothing to do, quietly followed Song Cheng.
