The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden rays down upon a winding mountain path.
A row of horse-drawn carriages snaked its way along the narrow trail, each belonging to the esteemed Sect, their banners fluttering with pride and prestige.
Inside the lead carriage, Hei Long sat cross-legged, one hand casually resting on the window sill, while his other arm was being clung to—by not just one, but three of his sectmates.
On his right was Bai Luoluo, pretending to polish her mechanical crossbow while sneakily glancing at him every five seconds.
On his left was Ji Yao, her shoulder gently brushing his as she quietly "rested" her head, acting like it was an accident for the third time.
"...So this is my life now," Hei Long muttered to himself.
"You were saying something?" Bai Luoluo asked sharply.
"Nothing, just… contemplating the rise of power and the fall of privacy."
Suddenly, the curtain of their carriage swung open.
"Hahahaha! Behold!"
Lin Fan's voice echoed proudly.
