"I will wait for you at Luoyue Cliff."
...
"Xing'er left?" Xia Yunxue asked as she pushed the door open and walked in. She sat down by Little Lingyun's small bed and tucked the sleeping little one in.
Song Changsheng, focused on the task at hand, nodded upon hearing her. "He's gone. I imagine he's already at the foot of the mountain by now."
"You seem worried."
Xia Yunxue knew her husband all too well. He was nowhere near as calm as he appeared.
"Qingxing has a new item with him. My intuition tells me he's about to do something dangerous—very dangerous," Song Changsheng said grimly, stopping the work in his hands.
"But you still let him go," Xia Yunxue said with a sigh.
"Jade must be carved to be perfected. A sword that has never tasted blood can never become a renowned weapon. He has his own path to walk, and I won't interfere. The most I can do is give him a few extra safeguards."
