"It's said to be evening, yet the sky had only just darkened, the west side of the city was a fiery red, created by harnessing the Fire Spring to craft an artificial afterglow, reminiscent of the residue of a setting sun."
Qin Ming looked towards Cui Chongxuan; he had grown taller, nearly indistinguishable from an adult man, draped in a shimmery suit of armor, exuding a somewhat heroic air.
The young Cui Chongxuan was accompanied by a graceful figure into the distance, chatting and laughing along the way, and that lady was none other than the long-unseen Wang Caiwei.
Seeing an old friend, Qin Ming naturally thought of past events.
"I feel like I'm a great injustice, resented by some within the Wang family, envied by Li Qingxu, and even Cui Chonghe is ungrateful. But I've only ever been sightseeing with Wang Caiwei once, and hardly exchanged a few words."
