At Huai Shi's insistence, and after the medical Scholars confirmed there was nothing wrong with him, he finally completed the discharge procedures that day. Then he saw his Older Cousin sitting in the corridor.
"Hey, young man," Zhu Hongchen waved at him. "Snagging third place, congratulations!"
"Even so, it still doesn't feel real," Huai Shi said with a wry smile. "Did you need something, Older Cousin?"
Zhu Hongchen thought for a moment. "Not really. I've been offloading all my work to Mo San lately—slacking off and enjoying myself every day, couldn't be happier... However, young man, it looks like something might happen to you."
"Huh?" Huai Shi didn't understand.
But Zhu Hongchen didn't elaborate. He simply stood up and patted Huai Shi's shoulder. "Some things aren't for me to say, and I'm not in a position to interfere, nor can I help you, so just be careful. Do you have any travel plans? A trip to London, Rome, or even Peter Grelre wouldn't be bad..."
