Han Li had only been ten when he arrived.
He had not even grown into his features yet.
Standing before Zhang Huanyun, he had not even reached the man's shoulder.
But now, Han Li was thirteen. After absorbing the fifth seal of the Golden Dragon King, his physical condition had long since surpassed that of his peers, and he had shot up to over 1.7 meters tall.
Though his frame still retained a youth's slenderness,
he could already be considered a grown young man.
Han Li merely smiled at this.
His smile was gentle. He raised a hand and lightly clasped the hand Zhang Huanyun had placed on his shoulder.
"Don't worry."
"We'll meet again sooner or later."
Regarding that...
Han Li was quite confident.
After all, in a little over ten years, the Abyss Plane would launch its full-scale assault.
At that time, the entire Blood God Legion, and indeed the whole Federation, would face the greatest crisis in history. Every available force would be mobilized.
He would definitely return then and face that war alongside the legion.
Zhang Huanyun, however, had not considered that possibility. He only took it as words of comfort.
He thought Han Li was merely being polite. After all, most people who left the military camp never returned.
Still, he felt comforted. At least this boy had remembered to say, "We'll meet again," when he left.
So he released his hand and waved at Han Li, his voice carrying a faint hoarseness that was difficult to detect.
"Go."
"Be careful on the road."
Han Li bowed once more.
Then he turned and walked toward the door.
Zhang Huanyun remained where he was, staring at the closed door for a long time without looking away.
Outside the window, the wind and snow still howled. Low