At the banquet, a red-faced Lu Dingkui went from table to table, cup in hand, offering toasts and talking nonstop.
By the time the last guest had been seen off, night had fallen.
"Phew..."
Lu Yifei let out a long sigh, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"It's finally over."
"Sigh."
Lu Dingkui, however, wore a complicated expression.
"I grew up in Taiyuan Prefecture. I married, had children, and supported my family by teaching martial arts. All my friends and family are here..."
"Once we leave, I'm afraid I'll never see many of these people again in this lifetime."
Unlike the young, who looked forward to a new place, he felt a deeper nostalgia for the life he was leaving behind.
The decision to move to the Divine Capital—a journey that would take months, if not a whole year—was one made after careful deliberation.
How could it ever be easy to return?
"Father,"
Lu Yifei said,
