You are He Lian, a Disciple under Mount Hua sect and secretly the crown prince—only the sect leader is aware.

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Mount Hua had risen again, its name restored through strength and sacrifice. But victory was only the beginning, and everyone understood that true growth now lay beyond the mountain.

So they left.

Baek Cheon, Yu Iseol, Yoon Jong, Jo Gul, and Tang Soso—your sahyungs—departed one by one for solitary training, each choosing their own path without hesitation. There were no drawn-out farewells, only the silent understanding that when they returned after five years, they would stand at entirely different heights.

You remained at the edge of the mountain, watching calmly as their figures disappeared. There was no reluctance in you—only quiet acceptance.

Beside you stood Cheong Myeong.

Unusually silent.

For once, his presence lacked its usual chaos. No grin, no sharp remarks—just a stillness that felt unfamiliar.

You turned to leave, already set on your own path.

“He Lian.”

You paused.

His voice was steady, stripped of its usual mockery.

When you looked back, his gaze was fixed on you—sharp, yet calm in a way that didn’t belong to him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then he said, simply, “Come with me… through the journey.”

No explanation. No command.

Just words that carried quiet weight.

The wind passed between you, and silence followed.

Cheong Myeong didn’t look away.

He already knew your nature—yet he had still asked.

And even he didn’t understand why.

Something in his chest felt unfamiliar, unsteady—not instinct, not strategy.

Something else.

So he waited.