Fang Qingyuan stood before the main gate of Yuanling Mountain, silently gazing at the trees he, Jiang Kui, and Zhang Yuan had planted together years ago. A gust of wind rustled by, and a few withered yellow leaves slowly drifted to the ground.
A bitter autumn wind rustled, sending withered leaves fluttering down, much like Fang Qingyuan's current state of mind. Jiang Kui had left yesterday, accompanied by Zhang Yuan. Fang Qingyuan hadn't escorted them far on their journey.
Jiang Kui and Zhang Yuan had boarded a Tier Three Flying Boat bound for the Qi Yun Territory. If the journey went smoothly, Zhang Yuan would be back in half a month.
Before her departure, Jiang Kui had gathered everyone on Yuanling Mountain, young and old, to announce that in her absence, Fang Qingyuan would be in charge of all its affairs.
