"Why Phainon?" Yan Huan asked curiously.
"Speaking of running away, Cipher would be more suitable."
He heard that last time Cipher pulled a King Qin around the pillar maneuver on the Fire-stealer, managing to hard-crowd-control him for several hours straight.
"I just feel that, in the end, we should let Phainon bring it to a close," Dan Heng said with deep eyes.
"The Fire-stealer destroyed Phainon's hometown, so it holds special significance for him."
"And the Kefar Spark will ultimately be carried by Phainon. Such an arrangement is perhaps for the best."
"Mm, then let's do it that way."
At the mere thought of going home, Dan Heng busied himself upon returning to the bath palace.
Yan Huan lay on the soft, large bed, his fingers swiping rapidly across the light screen, the gaming sound effects and virtual explosions sounding exceptionally clear in the spacious room.
As for Dan Heng, he was like a tireless worker ant, constantly packing his luggage in the halo of the room's corner.
The dim wall lamp cast soft shadows on his focused profile.
A semi-old, canvas-textured travel bag was unfolded in front of him, its edges slightly worn, showing it had been used for a long time.
Stack after thick stack of documents were carefully bound together by him with fine string.
His fingers were slender and strong, yet his knot-tying movements were unusually deft and gentle, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
The string bit into the pages of paper, making a faint rustling sound, and the dry scent unique to paper, mixed with the distinct fragrance of the cord, permeated the quiet air.
He bound one stack, carefully placed it at the very bottom of the travel bag, and pressed down with his palm to ensure it was flat.
Then