Time flew by in an instant, and as various forces completed their assembly in the Imperial City, the day of departure for the Northern Hunt arrived.
That day.
In front of the Chen residence, rare quietude reigned.
Duan Zhao opened the gate of the residence to a scene of tranquility. On the surface, it seemed the inquiries about martial arts had ceased, but at its core, the necessity for such inquiries was no longer present.
Xie Xuanyi was packing his belongings.
In truth, there wasn't much to pack. A few days earlier, the master of the Snow Mountain had paid a visit and delivered all the rare materials he needed. Xie Xuanyi had spent the subsequent days in seclusion, crafting talismans. For this departure to the Northern Hunt, Xie Xuanyi intended to bring only one item with him.
That was the umbrella sword forged by Qin Baihuang.
Wild grass, the spring breeze.
"Little Master, can I come with you on the Northern Hunt this time?"
Duan Zhao found it hard to let go.
