"If there is destiny, even if separated by a thousand miles, you will meet again."
This was a widely spread proverb in the Central Plains.
And now, Sev felt its truth with his own skin.
In his arms was his long-lost sister, Elise, whom he had missed so dearly.
"Elise, Elise, Elise..."
"Stop calling me, brother," said Elise with a sigh, gently patting her brother's head.
He was crying. Tears as big as beans fell from his eyes.
And this was happening in the heart of the Iron Fist Sect.
All the monks silently watched the scene unfold. Vera was no exception.
Even Marcus, Ethan, and Valen watched on quietly.
"Why didn't you intervene this time, benefactor?" asked Master Nathaniel, casting a curious glance at Valen.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why didn't you join the attack on the stronghold in The Central Plains?"
