Feng Yun stood by the window of his study, looking out at the shimmering cityscape. The faint glow of lanterns reflected in his eyes, yet his thoughts were already far beyond the city walls.
Behind him, footsteps approached—steady, unhurried, and familiar.
"The Sword Saint", Feng Yun said softly without turning around. "You're still awake."
The old man chuckled lightly. "At my age, one sleeps lightly. And besides," he said, stepping closer, "so you are leaving tonight."
Feng Yun gave a small nod. "It's time. The shop is running smoothly, and the city is stable for now. My clan… they've been out of my reach for too long."
The Sword Saint sighed, a faint smile curling on his lips. "You remind me of my young self sometimes—stubborn, but with a heart that never forgets where it came from."
Feng Yun extended a small jade token toward the old man. The surface of the jade flickered faintly with intricate symbols.
