Riding the wind with an ethereal grace, he seemed almost like an immortal.
The night wind roared, stirring the trace of exhilaration in his heart.
Faintly, he heard Senior Sister Wang Qingyang's voice:
"Junior Brother, have you awakened your innate wisdom?"
"Not yet. I've only vaguely remembered a few things. I'll need Senior Sister to guide me more… By the way, I wonder, what kind of person is Master? I haven't prepared any modest gifts—do you think Master will mind?"
"Master? His status is so high that he lacks for nothing. Don't even think about preparing gifts; he wouldn't care for them. As for his temperament... I can't describe it precisely, but suffice it to say, he's extraordinarily good."
"Extraordinarily good?"
Song Dongyang pondered this, the anticipation in his heart growing stronger with every passing moment.
...
Autumn, Year 23 of the White Dragon Calendar.
