When Li Huowang awoke again, it was already the afternoon of the next day. The plentiful sleep left him feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time.
After washing up, he dressed neatly and walked out of the tent. "Brother Li, where are you going?"
Li Huowang turned to look at Bai Lingmiao, who was sewing clothes. "I'm going to bid Sun Baolu farewell. Now that our business here is finished, it's about time we left."
Black Taisui had been found, and Han Fu's Nascent Soul had been dealt with. There was no need to stay any longer; it was time to leave Qingqiu.
After asking around the nearby tents, Li Huowang finally found Sun Baolu on the outer grasslands. He was on horseback, flying paper kites with his childhood sweetheart from Qingqiu, his hearty laughter audible even from a distance.
Seeing Li Huowang approaching, Baolu hurriedly stuffed the kite string into his sweetheart's hands, stepped on the stirrup, and flipped himself off the galloping horse.
