While Kyrian was missing, the Verdant Sword Sect continued its rhythm.
On that morning, Feng Yuan walked with firm steps through the central area. His goal was simple, to find his disciple Kyrian and discuss the latest events.
However, upon arriving at the young man's courtyard, he found only Yanyu, sitting on the railing, arms crossed and with an exasperated expression.
"Where is Kyrian?" Feng Yuan asked directly, raising his eyebrow.
Yanyu immediately bowed deeply and greeted the leader, then replied while sighing.
"I also wanted to know where he is. He left in a hurry, without saying anything, just took one of the flying beasts and departed."
"Without warning anyone?" Feng Yuan's tone grew slightly more severe.
She shook her head.
"Exactly. I only found out from the inner disciples. They also said they saw him heading south."
Feng Yuan furrowed his brow. Silently, he recalled what Kyrian had mentioned days before. The mark on his hand, the call of the natural formation.
