The road had finally begun to feel lighter. With the defeat of the bandit group that had terrorized the region, the caravan found itself free from the burdens of constant fear. The guards, once tense and wary, now traveled with a rare ease. Conversations flowed freely among the merchants, and the wagons creaked in rhythmic harmony with the clattering hooves of horses.
Tianyu, as always, rode slightly ahead, his Fleetpaw Drakon moving gracefully beneath him. His crystalline sword hung at his side, glowing faintly as the sunlight kissed its surface. Though the day was calm and full of warmth, there was something detached about the way Tianyu carried himself. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon, as though seeking something far beyond the landscape before him.
Yue Feiyan sat in one of the merchant wagons, her dark hair catching the breeze as she stared absently at Tianyu's figure. No matter how much she tried to distract herself, her gaze kept drifting back to him—his noble and striking features, his air of quiet strength. She found herself wondering who he really was, where he came from, and what drove his stoic resolve.
She quickly snapped her head away when Lan Mei rode past, her sharp gaze landing squarely on Feiyan. "You know, you're not very subtle," Lan Mei teased, her tone light and playful.
"What are you talking about?" Feiyan shot back, flustered.
Lan Mei smirked, leaning down from her saddle. "You've been staring at him all day. I mean, I don't blame you—he's not exactly hard on the eyes. But you might want to tone it down a bit. He's not going to turn around and sweep you off your feet."
Feiyan's cheeks flushed, but she quickly composed herself. "I wasn't staring. I was… observing. He's odd. He doesn't talk much, doesn't react much. He acts like this world doesn't matter to him."
Lan Mei chuckled, shaking her head as she nudged her horse forward. "Maybe you're right. But don't mistake odd for uninterested. He's a tough one to read, but he's worth paying attention to."
Feiyan frowned, her gaze lingering on Tianyu once more. "What is he looking for?" she whispered to herself.
By the time the caravan reached the lake, the sun was dipping low in the sky, painting the water in hues of gold and amber. Tall reeds swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the soft chirping of crickets added a touch of serenity to the scene. Master Hu called for the caravan to halt, and the group quickly set up camp.
The guards formed a protective circle with the wagons, while the merchants unpacked supplies and began preparing dinner. Soon, the campfire roared to life, its warm glow drawing everyone closer. The scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread filled the air, and laughter began to spread among the group.
Old Bai, ever the entertainer, sat near the fire, puffing on his pipe as he spun elaborate tales. "There I was," he began dramatically, waving his pipe for emphasis, "face to face with the mighty Celestial Serpent. Its eyes burned like twin suns, and its fangs gleamed sharper than the finest blade. I knew it wanted to devour me whole!"
Zhao Chen groaned loudly. "Not this story again, Old Bai! You didn't tame it, you ran away! You didn't even bring back a scale!"
Old Bai puffed indignantly, his eyes narrowing. "And how would you know? Were you there? I could've brought back half a scale—you wouldn't know the difference!"
The younger guards burst into laughter, their voices blending with the crackling of the fire. Even Master Hu chuckled as he passed around bowls of stew.
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Lan Mei, having finished her meal, scanned the campfire. Her gaze landed on Tianyu, who sat slightly apart from the group under the shade of a nearby tree. His Fleetpaw Drakon rested beside him, its fiery eyes half-closed in contentment. Tianyu himself leaned against the tree trunk, his crystalline sword lying across his lap as he stared into the night sky.
Lan Mei rolled her eyes playfully and wandered over, plopping down beside him without ceremony. "You know," she began, crossing her arms, "you're not exactly blending in over there. Why so quiet?"
Tianyu didn't look at her, his gaze still fixed on the stars. "I talk when I need to."
Lan Mei snorted. "Do you, though? The whole caravan's out here laughing, sharing stories, and you're sitting over here like you're writing poems to the moon. You're not winning any awards for sociability, that's for sure."
Tianyu smirked faintly, his lips barely curling. "I wasn't trying to win any awards."
Lan Mei tilted her head, studying him for a moment. "You know," she said slyly, "Young Master Yue's been sneaking glances at you the whole day. Must be nice to have people admire you like that."
Finally, Tianyu turned his gaze to her, his expression calm but tinged with amusement. "It's very hard to be this good-looking," he said, deadpan.
Lan Mei froze, her eyes wide. The campfire seemed to go silent for a moment as heads turned toward Tianyu, stunned by his remark.
Old Bai was the first to recover, letting out a booming laugh. "Well, I'll be! The lad has wit! Turns out the scholar isn't just a stone-faced warrior after all!"
Master Hu chuckled warmly, shaking his head. "I thought you only knew how to swing a sword and brood. This is… unexpected."
Lan Mei, still processing the moment, shook her head and punched Tianyu lightly on the shoulder. "You're impossible! Don't surprise people like that, you'll give us all a heart attack!"
Tianyu simply smiled faintly, leaning back against the tree.
As the fire crackled on, the group grew livelier. Old Bai continued his exaggerated tales, much to the delight of the younger guards. Zhao Chen valiantly attempted to insert his own stories, but his efforts were quickly overshadowed by Bai's booming voice and Lan Mei's quick-witted interruptions.
The merchants shared anecdotes from their travels, discussing the strange and wonderful people they'd met along the way. Master Hu recounted a story of his early days as a merchant, negotiating deals with clever tricksters and finding hidden treasures in unlikely places.
Yue Feiyan sat quietly near the fire, listening to the laughter and voices that surrounded her. For the first time in weeks, she felt a flicker of warmth and safety. She glanced at Tianyu once more, catching the faint curve of his smile as he listened to the banter. It was subtle, but it softened his otherwise stoic features.
As the fire began to die down and the camp settled into a gentle quiet, Master Hu rose to address the group. "This journey hasn't been easy," he said, his voice steady. "But nights like this remind us why we keep moving forward. Laughter and companionship—they're what keep us strong. Rest well, everyone. Silverleaf isn't far now."
The group murmured their agreement, retreating to their tents and wagons one by one. Yue Feiyan remained by the fire for a moment longer, her gaze lingering on the dying embers. She resolved to repay the kindness of these strangers, especially Tianyu. Silverleaf City held answers, and she intended to uncover the truth.
Tianyu, meanwhile, sat quietly beneath the stars, his thoughts drifting. The laughter and camaraderie reminded him of something distant—a memory fragmented and fleeting, yet comforting in its simplicity. He closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the lake and the faint murmur of the caravan lull him into calm.
Tomorrow, Silverleaf awaited.