Kyrian woke up with a cold wind blowing against his face in the morning.
He rose with a furrowed brow. He had once again dreamed of his mother. Then of Lina and his other companions, who had sunk in the capital.
Lately, these dreams kept appearing. And whenever he looked at Wei Feng, he wondered if it was right to follow and be the disciple of the one who had killed them. But only seconds after thinking this, he shoved those feelings to the back of his mind.
That wasn't important now. What mattered was using all the knowledge Wei Feng had to offer to grow stronger.
…
Time seemed to drag on.
Kyrian no longer counted the days during their journey. He simply walked a little behind the man who had become his path to strength.
They were getting closer and closer to the mountains. Already in the forests below. The icy wind struck his face, yet he didn't feel even a trace of cold.
