There were flower petals thick with Jeong Yeonshin's spirituality and true qi. They brushed against his long robe and were stained with red flower water. All gave off a faint glow through the lingering force of I Tread.
Then they mixed into the spring breeze. Swaaa— The red cluster of flowers slowly followed Jeong Yeonshin. And as they fluttered here and there, they reflected various scenes like dew.
Because they were filled with Jeong Yeonshin's spirituality, they thought as Jeong Yeonshin did.
[…Sword Master.]
It was after the Tower Lord had glanced at Yelu Jin. A face now wrinkled by decades more. With an otherworldly expression, he put distance between himself and the Sword Master.
[If you were to walk back to your homeland, the whole continent might shake. Our land has only just found peace.]
[I ask.]
With her back to the Tower Lord, the Sword Master asked toward Jeong Yeonshin's retreating figure.
[What can a swordswoman do? If this is truly an era of great peace.]
[You could take up farming tools or make friends. When bandits appear from time to time, you could take up a blade and stand at the front.]
[Even if my remaining life amounts to only a few years...?]
[What more would you need?]