Before anyone realized, May had arrived. The frigid cold of the north finally ended, and the land was once again covered in vibrant green. Labor in the fields resumed, with the seeds carefully selected during winter now being sown. The entire city resembled a bustling construction site, filled with life and activity.
"Daoist, when will you return from this farewell?"
Wanyan Jing personally poured Gu Tao a cup of wine at the Ten-Mile Long Pavilion outside the city. Beside them was a luxurious carriage ready and waiting, with Liuzi and the others already inside, prepared to continue their journey westward to Lake Baikal and the most beautiful North Sea.
"If fate allows." Gu Tao raised his cup and drank it all in one go: "Your Majesty, farewell then."
