The sun had long since begun its westward descent, yet it lingered, refusing to set.
The crimson sun painted the horizon with a final splash of twilight glow.
The wind died down. There were no clamoring crowds, no bustling traffic, none of the usual city clamor—only the sporadic chirping of insects.
It was so beautiful it felt unreal.
Shen Xin suddenly understood why so many people were drawn to the grasslands. They were likely chasing this very moment of peace.
This idyllic feeling peaked as a bonfire was lit to celebrate the return of Hong Gu'er and to welcome Shen Xin, who had come from so far away.
Many people from the village came.
It wasn't just because Shen Xin was a guest. He had also trained Tianxiong, who had helped them find their lost livestock on numerous occasions.
The village secretary, Habutu, had slaughtered and roasted a sheep earlier that afternoon in preparation for hosting Shen Xin.
Shen Xin finally met Lakshen as well.
