On the morning after the festival, mist still lingered over the valley of Mai Lang Territory, with the remnants of bonfires emitting a faint smoke.
Most of the populace was still in slumber, with only a few cleaners occasionally picking up scattered decorations in the plaza, transporting festival utensils, and quietly restoring the square to its original state.
Green was already standing by the road leading to the mountain path, standing straight, awaiting the arrival of the Lord.
Louis sat astride his warhorse, with his sword hanging at his waist, and his cloak gently swaying in the breeze.
His gaze swept over the valley. Though he felt some reluctance to leave this scene of abundance, he had to depart today.
Because he promised Emily he would return to Red Tide City early.
After all, she's been pregnant for a while, and her father had just passed not long ago, so she needs someone by her side at such a time.
