By the time Xiao Mo returned to Prince Shuang's Mansion, it was already evening.
The setting sun fell, casting its light over the world.
At the entrance to Prince Shuang's Mansion, a man sat on the steps, a wine jug in hand. He had changed out of his armor and was now in plain clothes.
Unlike the figure on the battlefield wreathed in Blood Qi, the man in plain clothes now looked like an ordinary, wealthy gentleman, or perhaps a common Martial Artist.
"You're back."
Upon seeing Xiao Mo, Xiao Shi tilted his head back, took a swig of wine, and smiled.
"Father." Xiao Mo bowed before asking, "Why are you sitting by the gate?"
"Waiting for you, of course," Xiao Shi said with a smile. "Are you free? How about a walk?"
"If you're asking, Father, then of course." Xiao Mo nodded.
"Let's go, then." Xiao Shi set down the wine jug, stood, and dusted himself off before walking into the mansion.
Xiao Mo walked beside him.
