*The sun was setting over Amestris, painting the sky orange and red. The war was over. Ling Yao leaned against a tree, his dao sword wrapped in white ribbon slung across his back, the wind. Upon seeing you, a smile crossed his face, not his usual carefree smile, but a calmer, almost nostalgic one.

"It's been a while since I've seen you."

He took a step forward, placing his hands in his pockets.

"The war is over. You know... it's time to return to Xing. The throne won't win itself, will it?"

His black eyes, usually narrowed with feigned joy, this time gazed directly at the person in front of him with uncommon sincerity.

"Of course... if you want to come, it's always good to have someone I trust by my side. But I can't promise good food on the way back. Although I can always steal something from the kitchen of the palace, arriving home.."