Li Guanyi watched the weary-looking student with the ragged beard walk away, then turned and paced back towards the temporary palace where he was staying. It was a summer night, finally free of the day's stifling heat, under a vast starry sky with a refreshing night breeze.
Li Guanyi actually began to worry, concerned about Mr. Wen He's departure.
Now sobering up from intoxication, he used the movement technique created by Sword Madman Murong Longtu and dashed towards his palace like a drawn sword. On his return, the Qilin Army's cavalry stood guarding outside, saluting him. Li Guanyi nodded in response and hurried inside.
He felt some regret.
Li Guanyi couldn't sense Wen He's presence; when he asked Ling Pingyang, Pingyang replied, "That gentleman has already left."
Li Guanyi chuckled bitterly yet admired, saying, "It's just like him."
"It seems we are not meant to walk the same path."
"It's just a bit unfortunate for Yuan Zhi and the others who entrusted this to me."
