Fu Ling remained at the railings for a long while, watching as the horizon stretched endlessly. The men worked endlessly and all seemed to ignore him, but he could tell they were keeping an eye on him.
Whether it was from lack of trust or fear of his safety, he wasn't too sure. Maybe it was a mix of both.
He could tell they didn't really dislike him, they just didn't know how to face him now and that was okay.
The wind brushed through his hair and he exhaled softly. He really wasn't suitable for a life of confinement. Staying inside all day was almost driving him crazy.
When his limbs began to feel heavy again, he decided it was enough. Although regretful, he understood his limits and wouldn't push them unless absolutely necessary. This body was the perfect example of a sickly beauty. He wanted to live long so he couldn't overdo it.
