Mistaken Trust

On the eve of the peace talks at Wenxuan Palace, Mu Qianshang, Luo Xingchen, and Sword Two came to bid farewell. They had set aside their own affairs to help before; now that matters were settled, it was time for them to leave.

Qing Ling brought over wine, then promptly left the four men alone.

Women often did not understand the bond between men, nor did they need to.

Yin'er sat by the doorway, propping up her little head with both hands as she stared at the four of them in bored silence.

"Knowing Fate salutes all my friends." Ning Chen lifted his wine jar, his expression solemn.

Clang.

The wine jars collided. Their unspoken feelings flowed within the wine. The four each took a great swallow, tasting the bitterness and fiery heat in their own way.

"Knowing Fate, I'll wait for you in Desolate City. Once you finish things here, don't forget our promised battle." Sword Two set down his wine jar and was the first to leave.

"I'm leaving too. Until we meet again."

Luo Xingchen also put down his wine jar, waved, and strode away.

"Take care, my friend."

Finally, Mu Qianshang bade farewell. Then he turned to Yin'er at the side and said with a light smile, "Yin'er, grow up quickly and become Brother Qianshang's bride."

"I don't want to."

Yin'er hurriedly shook her head and refused outright.

"That's too crushing."

Mu Qianshang burst into laughter and departed with carefree ease.

"Take care."

Before Wenxuan Palace, Ning Chen watched the three retreating figures vanish into the distance and murmured softly.

Meeting was difficult, and parting was difficult too. After this farewell, no one knew when they would meet again.

"These people have grown so quickly." Qing Ling stepped out and sighed softly.

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