"I'll see you around, Haoran."
Ye Hongyan smiled and bid farewell to Haoran, as her carriage flew off.
The gilded carriage, drawn by four winged celestial beasts whose hooves left trails of shimmering red sparks across the azure sky, rose gracefully above the canopy of the spirit forest.
Her silhouette lingered by the open window of the carriage for a brief second, a soft, genuine smile touching her lips—a warmth that had long been absent from the famously cold youngest of the Ten Sages.
With a crisp snap of reins from the coachman, the carriage accelerated, piercing through the boundary clouds of the outer academy and rapidly diminishing into a tiny speck of fading vermilion light against the morning horizon.
Haoran stared at her carriage until it disappeared, his tall, immaculate figure stood unmoving on the stone pathway, the mountain breeze catching the hem of his black and gold imperial robes.
