"Junior Brother Fang, we're heading back. Take care!"
"You take care too, senior brothers and Senior Sister!"
In the south plaza of the Headquarters, before the enormous Thousand-League Soaring Cloud Roc, Fang Qianyuan was saying farewell to the group from Cang Mountain Academy.
It was already the twenty-eighth. After spending many days touring the Headquarters and attending to their business, the group from Cang Mountain Academy had finally come to the time of their departure.
But Fang Qianyuan stayed behind.
He was now a disciple of Jiang Yunfeng, the Lord of Ten Thousand Miles, and would remain to cultivate under his master rather than return with them.
Everyone suddenly realized that after this farewell, their lives might have taken entirely different paths by the time they met again.
They therefore treasured these last moments all the more, reluctant to part.
But the moment of departure arrived all the same, and they could only follow the roc handler's directions and begin boarding the Cloud Pavilion.
Ye Tianming sat by a window, silently watching the lone figure below waving goodbye. Suddenly, an inexplicable melancholy at their parting welled up within him.
Farewell...
My rival!
He had not spoken a word the entire time. The others knew nothing of his thoughts and paid him no particular attention, finding nothing strange about his silence.
Only just before takeoff did their gazes suddenly meet, and Fang Qianyuan glimpsed something unusual in Ye Tianming's deep eyes.
It was the loneliness and proud defiance of a lone wolf!
Fang Qianyuan continued waving. Only after a long while, when he watched the Thousand-League Soaring Cloud Roc beat its wings and soar into the clouds, dwindling into the distance, did he lower his arm.
"How strange..."
But Fang Qianyuan soon put the matter out of his mind.
He did