When Fang Chuning came to West State, he didn't bring much. Now, as he was leaving, his departure was clean and decisive. The carriage outside the mansion had already been prepared, and Fang Chuning bade farewell to Xie Jue.
During his time in West State, Fang Chuning had worn Xie Jue's clothing. Now that he was leaving, he wore the attire he had arrived in—a snow-white cloud brocade robe, cinched with a gold belt inlaid with gemstones—low-key yet luxurious, just the right amount of elegance. He looked like a nobleman from the Capital City's rich and opulent circles. Xie Jue escorted him to the courtyard.
"The wind and snow are heavy; don't see me off." After stepping through the Moon Gate, Fang Chuning noticed that the cord on Xie Jue's cloak had come loose. By habit, he reached out to fix it, but restrained himself and pulled his hand back. "Ting Feng, I'm leaving now."
"Alright!"
