Farewell

Bai Mo silently stepped forward, walking toward Na'er one step at a time.

Under Di Tian's golden dragon eyes, which could shatter even a Title Douluo's mind, as his pressure swept through every corner like raging wind and crashing waves, Bai Mo's steps remained remarkably steady.

His small, slender body was like a reef weathering the battering of wind and waves, barely affected at all.

Everyone present widened their eyes at the sight.

"How is that possible?!"

Xiao Hongchen was horrified. He could clearly feel how terrifying that pressure was, yet Bai Mo...

Even Natsuki Minamiya's tranquil blue eyes revealed obvious surprise.

Her opinion of Bai Mo had changed. Could he truly be a Golden Scion...?

Under Di Tian's nearly tangible "death stare," Bai Mo finally arrived before Na'er.

He said nothing, merely reaching out to gently stroke Na'er's silver hair as he always had.

Then he smiled.

His smile was so clean and pure that it dispelled all the gloom and coldness, both inside and outside the house.

"No matter what your identity is, you will always be my little sister Na'er. That will never change."

Looking into Na'er's tear-filled violet eyes, raised in surprise, he said earnestly, "We lived together for over a year. The bond between us as brother and sister was real, wasn't it?"

Her tears could no longer be held back and immediately spilled over.

Seeing the familiar, warm smile on Bai Mo's face, Na'er suddenly threw herself into his arms and hugged him with all her strength, as though she wanted to melt herself into his body.

"Brother... sob... Brother, Na'er... Na'er will always be Brother's little sister."

When Di Tian saw the two embracing, the veins at his temples immediately bulged on his eternally expressionless, handsome face.

His hands, capable of splitting the sky, clenched tightly into fists at his sides, and the air let out a ceaseless wail.

He desperately wanted to punch this human who dared lay hands on his lord into dust.

But he could not do that.

Natsuki Minamiya's gaze appeared casual, yet it hung over him like an invisible Sword of Damocles, placing immense pressure on him.

Besides... this was his lord's own affair. As her subordinate, he had no right to interfere.

The night passed without incident.

When the dawn of the next day pierced the clouds and gilded the village, cleansed by wind and snow, with a sacred golden edge, the moment of parting finally arrived.

Before the wooden house, Na'er stuffed the yawning little golden beast from her arms into Bai Mo's embrace. Then, reluctant to leave, she spread her arms and threw herself into her brother's arms one last time.

"Brother..."

She buried her little face deeply in the crook of Bai Mo's neck, her voice muffled.

Fufu, squeezed between them, wore an expression of worldly detachment and utter despair in its large, glittering golden eyes.

Its little paws hung limply, as if accusing the world of its cruelty. Not far away, Di Tian saw this and once again involuntarily clenched his fist.

"Brother, you... you won't forget Na'er in the future, will you?"

Na'er raised her head. Her beautiful violet eyes shimmered with tears as she looked pitifully at Bai Mo, like a kitten about to be abandoned by its owner.

Bai Mo's heart softened. He reached out and affectionately tapped her tiny nose, laughing. "Silly girl, of course not. Even if I forget my own surname, I will never forget my little sister Na'er."

At that promise, Na'er finally smiled through her tears.

She carefully took a pendant from her clothes. It was a silver dragon scale, thin as a cicada's wing yet gleaming with a moonlike luster, threaded through a slender silver chain. It was exquisite and mysterious.

Standing on tiptoe, she gently placed the necklace around Bai Mo's neck.

"Brother," she whispered into his ear, softly enough for only the two of them to hear, "you must keep wearing it. Never take it off."

"Mm, I understand."

Bai Mo lowered his head, his fingertips brushing the dragon scale on his chest. It was cool and smooth like jade, yet it seemed to contain the pulse of life, faintly resonating with his own heartbeat.

He knew this was no ordinary object. If he was not mistaken, it was likely the Silver Dragon King's reverse scale, containing her most fundamental aura and spiritual imprint—a talisman capable of blocking fatal attacks.

A reverse scale held irreplaceable special meaning for any dragon. The preciousness of this necklace could no longer be measured in terms of value.

Na'er stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed Bai Mo on the cheek, leaving behind a warm, soft sensation.

Then, as if she had exhausted all her courage, she abruptly turned around without looking back and ran straight toward Di Tian.

Di Tian glared expressionlessly at Bai Mo, the warning in his eyes undisguised. Then he raised a hand, and black space unfolded like a curtain, completely swallowing him and Na'er as they vanished from the spot without a sound.

The sorrow of parting filled the air. Bai Mo stroked the dragon scale on his chest and remained silent for a long time before turning toward the old village chief waiting nearby.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I'm leaving."

He handed over a small cloth pouch. "This is all my savings. Please take it, as thanks for taking care of me during this time."

"Ah, little Bai."

The old village chief's wrinkled face was full of affection and reluctance. He waved his hand and pushed the pouch back. "This old man doesn't know what exactly happened, but you're a good child with your own mind. There are still plenty of places where you'll need money when you're out in the world. This old man can't take yours."

"It's all right, Grandpa Village Chief."

Yet Bai Mo firmly stuffed the money back into the old village chief's hand. Then he turned and flashed Natsuki Minamiya a bright, adorable smile. "I'm going to a soul master academy. The academy won't let me starve, right, Teacher Nayue?"

Before Natsuki Minamiya could react, Meng Hongchen beside her was completely captivated by that smile.

"So cute!"

She felt as though her heart were melting. Quickly stepping forward, she patted her developing chest and assured the village chief, "It's fine, Grandpa Village Chief. Just accept it. From now on, I'll support little brother Bai Mo."

Seeing his sister swoon over a six-year-old brat, Xiao Hongchen clutched his forehead in frustration and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"You brat." Natsuki Minamiya lightly smacked Bai Mo on the head with her lace folding fan and said helplessly, "You'll definitely be a menace when you grow up."

"How could that be, Teacher Nayue?" Bai Mo covered his head and defended himself with a grin. "I'm simply making reasonable use of my own advantages."