Su Bai arrived at the training ground, and her foster father was already there.
From a distance, she saw his usual grey robe, standing under the Chaoyang, only his face bore signs of the passage of time, yet his body remained as upright as a robust middle-aged man.
For a moment, she felt he was very unfamiliar.
"Su Bai, you are late." He stood there, nodded to Su Bai with a smile.
Su Bai forced a smile and waved at him: "Foster father."
Yan Li'an said his real name was Song Huaxu.
But he always claimed to be a nameless Taoist, considering neither name nor past important. It used to seem carefree, but now, it sounded more like an excuse.
"Why did foster father come so early today?"
In the past, when she trained the soldiers, Song Huaxu never appeared.
He visited yesterday and today as well, an unusual diligence.
Song Huaxu's gaze was as vague as the twilight, ethereal and distant, hiding the deepest layers within.
