In the ancient realm there was a soul who was known widely as Hanguang-Jun.
He was known to be aloof and away from worldly beings. Seldom people knew him for who he was or what his heart truly yearned in reality.
A man who loved dearly and in retu...
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Gusu.
My home.
But is it really a place I can call as my home?
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"Brother" I call his name as he and another deciple are in middle of discussion.
"Wangji" he smiles "how are you feeling?" the other deciple bows and leaves us to our conversation.
"Fine. Thank you" I look over at the expanse of the reconstruction of Gusu. "I have provided fresh drawings of the older buildings, they wanted to make the structure more reliable and fire resistant"
"Wangji, you need to rest. It's just been few days" he sighs "since you were back, you have taken up all the responsibilities from me, heal your injuries brother"
"No need, I am good"
"Second brother is right, Wangji" we both turn to Meng Yao who bows in front of us "you need to rest"
I don't say anything. I observe Meng Yao and brother's conversation, their comradeship, their understanding and their friendship.
"ZewuJun" another deciple calls in hurry "a nearby village is in trouble, they need our help"
