As the wine flowed and conversation picked up, the slightly stiff atmosphere quickly loosened. So Cheong-hwa, seated at the head of the table, laughed and chatted freely with her comrades. Only Han Cheong-yu was the exception, but no one found it strange.
His attitude had been like this from the start. He always kept his distance, never joining the conversation unless someone spoke to him first. That detached demeanor seemed to constantly remind the cultivators of the Immortal Alliance that he was an outsider.
And indeed, he was. Han Cheong-yu never forgot, not for a single moment, that his time with these people was just a brief deviation. His body was slowly healing here, but his heart remained fixed on the underground caves.
That was also the reason he hadn't contacted his family until now. He still didn't know whether he would live or die. He had already come here staking his life, so what guarantee was there that just because he was breathing now, he would be alive later?
Until he seized a fated opportunity, or until he met with certain failure, he would not return. After receiving a harsh blow from Sa Bi-yang and experiencing death halfway, Han Cheong-yu's Dao Heart had solidified more than ever before.
"Elder Brother Han. Are your intentions still unchanged?"