Qin Ming's steps were steady as he drew closer to the Ancient Night Mist Gate. He didn't turn back, but waved his hand again to the rear.
The White Tiger Female Grandmaster stood still, the night wind lifting her gleaming silver hair. She watched that silhouette grow more distant and softly asked, "Will you really come back?"
Her face, with its wild beauty, lost some of its defiant edge and took on a softer note. Her voice was gentle, tinged with reluctance and a hint of sadness, silently bidding farewell.
"I will!" Qin Ming nodded, his pace unwavering, he did not stop.
Feeling conflicted, he thought to himself that in this scene, he seemed like "Ming the Scumbag," abandoning the person he cared for and leaving without a backward glance.
He felt bitter inside, clearly anxious yet having to act carefree, even making promises in this situation.
