The two arrived at Empty Seal Pavilion, one behind the other. The pavilion stood on a platform jutting out from the cliff, normally a place where the Taoist nuns of Clear Mystery Monastery meditated in seclusion. Now it was deserted. This was also where they would part ways. Ji Feihua glanced at Hu Xiaotian and was about to leave, but Hu Xiaotian called softly to him and held out the Lightsaber.
Ji Feihua froze for a moment. Hu Xiaotian smiled. "You'd better keep it. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist taking it out to show off."
A wave of emotion stirred in Ji Feihua's heart. He knew Hu Xiaotian was merely making an excuse. Clearly, Hu Xiaotian still lacked confidence in his martial arts and worried about his safety, so he was giving him the Lightsaber to defend himself. No one would lightly entrust something so precious to another person. Hu Xiaotian's actions showed that he harbored not the slightest suspicion of him. Ji Feihua had witnessed all the vicissitudes of life, tasted its warmth and coldness, and endured tremendous rises and falls. What storms had he not weathered? He had even come to believe that no one in this world could be trusted. Yet Hu Xiaotian treated him like this. How could such trust fail to move him?
Ji Feihua was not good at expressing his feelings. He did not refuse Hu Xiaotian's kindness, either. Putting away the Lightsaber, he nodded and said softly, "Take care of yourself, too!" He put on his silver mask.
Hu Xiaotian watched Ji Feihua's figure disappear into the night, then took out a black face mask and put it on. This was double insurance. Ji Feihua had been right about one thing: he still intended to become the Fragrant Kingdom's Prince