Atop the Red Peak Mountain, there was only Wang Ling. He was seated before the tree, silent, with a smile, the softest he had shown in this life. He was at peace, reminiscing about the past he had spent with the first family who accepted him.
Pleasant and peaceful, it had been a long time since he felt this way when remembering them. The tragedy of the past scarred him, but… he once again found his peace.
"We should leave him be, for the time being," Qinyang said as she stepped away from Wang Ling. The others did not say anything, for they could see that his emotions at a state of tranquility, his usual edge dissipated.
The other five moved to leave Wang Ling be.
"So, he had a Master?" Chang Ping quietly looked back at Wang Ling, "I thought he was nothing but a prodigy? I thought it was self-thought… I knew Master had secrets, but, I think he's even more of a—"