The Pavilion Elder gazed deeply at Mo Hua, as if wanting to etch Mo Hua's face in his mind, and spoke gently:
"Farewell for now..."
The sound of the Cloud Ferry flute echoed once more.
Mo Hua knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he cupped his hands respectfully, exited the tea house, and walked straight toward the Cloud Ferry's ship.
At the Cloud Ferry's front, Mo Hua turned back, wanting to wave goodbye to the Gentleman, but discovered that the tea house was empty, with no chessboard in sight and no trace of the Gentleman.
Mo Hua felt a tinge of regret.
Yet, the ups and downs of worldly encounters, joy and sorrow, separation and reunion are only natural.
Thinking this, Mo Hua felt a sudden sense of melancholy.
"Finally... leaving..."
He recalled when he first set out, alone, traveling thousands of miles on the Cloud Ferry to Qian State to seek education from the Sect...
