Li Changjie walked over, wine glass in hand, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, can I help with anything?"
His eyes were steady and strong. He was a far cry from the impulsive, short-tempered boy he had once been.
Li Wen smiled and shook his head. "Just a bit of insight from my cultivation. I need to find a quiet place to sort through it. Don't worry, I'm fine."
He glanced around the hall at his beloved family, his voice clear and gentle:
"Elders, brothers and sisters, I must take my leave. I wish you all peace and health in the new year, and may everything go your way!"
There were no unnecessary pleasantries or attempts to make him stay. Everyone understood Li Wen's current realm and responsibilities. His time was no longer his own, tied as it was to the very safety of the Human Race.
Amid the crowd's looks of understanding and blessing, Li Wen gave a slight nod.
