At the foot of Vast Mist Peak, Song Changsheng and Zhuang Yuechan bid each other a reluctant farewell.
"Yuechan, be extremely careful on your journey. Daqi hasn't been very peaceful lately." Song Changsheng held her delicate hand, his heart filled with reluctance. But they both had their own missions and clearly couldn't be bogged down by romantic sentiments.
Zhuang Yuechan nodded gently and said softly, "You too. The Thunder King Hall won't let this go so easily. You must be careful."
"Don't worry. Remember to send my regards to your master when you get back."
"Well... I'm leaving now." Zhuang Yuechan kept looking back with every step she took, until she finally vanished from Song Changsheng's sight.
Watching the beautiful woman depart, Song Changsheng suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. He took a deep breath and turned to head up the mountain.
