Bai Xiao had actually already eaten breakfast.
Still, he spoke up and said, "Thank you, Master."
In the driver's seat, Chen Liao smiled and did not speak.
He simply pressed the car's sound system and started playing a tune.
Seated, Bai Xiao ate the steamed buns and drank soy milk, his gaze observing Chen Liao through the rearview mirror. He noticed that Chen Liao seemed much more spirited than before, appearing younger overall, including his mindset.
Gradually, the car drove out of the city.
Bai Xiao opened the rear window and looked outside.
Blue sky and white clouds, mountain shadows loom, a gentle breeze caresses the face.
It indeed felt like a moment of serene tranquility.
Ten minutes later.
Fierce Bird Sect Headquarters, a complex nestled at the foothills.
A delicate mix of ancient and modern, very quiet.
The black car smoothly entered and slowly pulled over to the side.
...
Wooden dojo, an antiquely elegant building, within the spacious hall.
