Snow White stood beside the horse on the left, her ink-black hair braided into a long plait that hung down her back. Her neat, fitted outfit outlined her tall, slender figure.
Florian stood beside the horse on the right. His short golden hair gleamed softly in the morning light. He had traded his white robe for a dark blue fitted outfit better suited for travel, with a silver belt at his waist and black boots on his feet.
Both were dressed for a long journey, clean and efficient, without any unnecessary baggage.
The morning wind blew in from the city gates, carrying the distinctive chill of early autumn.
Qian Daoliu stood before them, his dark blue robe fluttering gently in the wind, his graying hair meticulously combed.
His gaze swept over Snow White before settling on Florian, a complicated emotion flashing through his eyes.
There was gratification, reluctance, and an indescribable sense of reflection.
"The Far North is a long way off," Qian Daoliu said, his voice low and gentle. "Be careful on the road. Do not travel at night, do not take secluded paths, and do not try to act tough if you encounter danger."
He looked at Snow White, his tone becoming more solemn. "Xue'er, this is your first time traveling far from home. With Grandfather not by your side, you must be more vigilant in everything."
Snow White nodded. "Rest assured, Grandfather. I'll take good care of myself."
Qian Daoliu turned to Florian again. "Florian, you are the senior disciple. Look after Xue'er on the road."
Florian bowed slightly. "Rest assured, Teacher. I understand."
Qian Daoliu waved a hand, a faint smile curling his lips. "All right, go. Leave early and return early."
Snow White swung onto her horse with crisp, practiced movements. Florian mounted as well.