The wind passed across Kyrian's face without mercy, while his mind was a little distant, oblivious to it.
The last hours had been blurs as the biome beneath him changed rapidly.
Now, suspended between the clouds and the open sky, carried by the most powerful person he had ever met, Kyrian had time to think more clearly about the events.
Everything happened far too fast. Too fast even for him.
Kyrian had left the Verdant Sword Sect abruptly. Without goodbyes. Without warnings.
Suddenly, Yanyu, sitting in her room, cultivating with a serious expression, the image of her passed through his mind.
And Luz, the small fox, slept beside her after devouring a small mound of spiritual stones.
Then the image disappeared from his mind like dust.
Kyrian closed his eyes for a moment.
The Verdant Sword Sect had been his home for weeks. He knew he wouldn't stay there forever.
