The Ice Demon of the Eternal Cloud Peak had essentially taken a five-month, fully immersive vacation into his own deepest, most desperately guarded romantic fantasies.
But all good things, even extended cross-country grocery shopping trips with your disguised yandere best friend, must eventually come to an end.
The Official Sect Martial Ranking was drawing near.
The grace period for accumulating mission merit points was closing to an end.
Ji'an's spatial ring was currently stuffed with enough premium monster cores, rare herbs, and highly venomous exotic spices to purchase a small nation.
It was time to go home.
They stood at the dusty, windswept crossroads of a small border town, a few miles from the nearest teleportation array that would take Ji'an back to the Celestial Sword Sect.
The morning sun beat down on the wooden merchant stalls and the dusty road.
Ji'an stood opposite Blue.
