Goodbyes
"So, you want to go on an adventure, huh?" A cold voice came out of Aelina as she stared down at Mira.
Sitting at a table at the top of the mountain, Mira took a sip of tea and nodded.
"You do know you just became the Sect's Prime Disciple, right?" Aelina tapped her fingers and asked, her voice still cold.
"And?" Mira replied with an indifferent expression.
"There are certain responsibilities that come with that title. One of which isn't immediately leaving."
"I'll come back every so often," Mira said, but Aelina wasn't satisfied with that. The Prime Disciple position was more than just being a Central Continent Competition candidate. It was the face of the Sect's current generation—a representation of the Sect's future.
A weak Prime Disciple often meant a weak future, and vice versa. Mira couldn't just leave because she wanted to.