Xiao Ming withdrew his outstretched hand, a faint trace of sorrow flickering in his eyes. It wasn't overwhelming sadness, but rather a soft ache born from the bond he'd forged with Little Huan over their brief journey together.
Even though he'd known it was merely a clone, watching that innocent semblance vanish into nothingness tugged deeply at his heart, as if a part of himself had slipped away.
Still, the parting words lingered in his mind like echoes in an empty hall.
"The True Mysteries Sect? Demon Subduing Domain?" Xiao Ming murmured under his breath, brow furrowed in puzzlement.
He strained to piece together the fragments of information, but they seemed scattered like autumn leaves in a gust of wind.
These were names unfamiliar to him—realms he had never ventured into.
He could swear they fell far outside the boundaries of Blue Sky Province. Most likely, they were lands beyond any map he presently possessed.
