To everyone's surprise, Ye Ting had no attachment whatsoever to the position of Speaker of the Kirin Tor.
After driving off the final wave of pursuers and confirming that Dalaran was no longer in danger of destruction, he left the city with ease and returned to Hearthglen, where Princess Calia was.
It was as if such status held no appeal for him at all.
Although he had not been away from Hearthglen for long, everything had changed by the time he returned.
The once relatively open valley entrance had been filled with densely packed military camps, and many unfamiliar banners had been raised. Clearly, many new forces had arrived in Hearthglen during his absence.
Upon receiving word, Calia personally led a group of subordinates to greet Ye Ting at the entrance to Hearthglen well in advance.
After not seeing her for dozens of days, the girl before Ye Ting remained as spirited and valiant as before, but she now possessed more competence and authority.
She must have grown greatly during his absence.
Just as he was about to step forward and greet her, the girl beat him to it, stepping forward and solemnly giving him a knight's salute.
"Archmage Sandor, welcome back from your victory."
Her grave manner caught Ye Ting off guard. In the past, after such a long separation, she would have eagerly thrown herself into his arms rather than greet him like this.
Her attitude felt unfamiliar to Ye Ting, followed by a sense of gratification.
This Calia had finally grown from a girl into a reasonably qualified leader.
"Not at all. I merely barely survived the undead and demons. It can hardly be called a triumphant return."
Ye Ting shook his head and gave a standard mage's salute.
"Greetings, Your Highness."
The group of mages behind