As Zhao Ming's caravan departs, Murong Xue makes her way to her father’s office, preparing for her return to her sect. The corridors of the Murong estate are quiet, save for the occasional sounds of clashing metal from guards practicing.
Inside, Murong Jin is in conversation with Old Man Wei, the family's master blacksmith. The old man strokes his beard as he inspects a newly forged blade, nodding in satisfaction. When Xue enters, both men glance at her, pausing their discussion.
“We were just talking about Zhao Ming,” Murong Jin remarks with a grin. “It’s rare for you to take interest in someone outside the family, let alone give them your sect token.”
Old Man Wei chuckles, his deep voice carrying the weight of years. “Not to mention, you even taught him the basics of the saber. That’s not something you do lightly, Lady Xue.”
Murong Xue crosses her arms, her expression calm. “He has a sharp mind. His understanding of strategy is impressive, even without formal training.”
The blacksmith nods in approval. “And not just strategy. That boy has a keen sense for craftsmanship as well. He introduced me to a new forging method—stronger metal, better durability. Even drew weapon designs for those three sworn brothers.” He gestures toward a nearby table where blueprints of blades and a spear lay open.
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Murong Jin leans back with a thoughtful smile. “It’s good that you gave him your token. Keeping in touch with someone like Zhao Ming could be valuable in the future.”
Old Man Wei suddenly chuckles, a knowing glint in his eye. “A token, huh? Sounds almost like an engagement gift to me.”
Murong Xue’s brow twitches, but she remains composed. Murong Jin laughs, nodding in agreement. “It’s true! You’ve paid more attention to Zhao Ming than to your own siblings.”
A faint blush creeps onto Murong Xue’s cheeks as she pouts slightly. “You two are insufferable.” She huffs, turning her head away. “I simply recognize talent when I see it.”
Old Man Wei grins, sharing an amused glance with Murong Jin. “Of course, of course.”
Murong Xue exhales, shaking her head. “Believe what you want.” She then straightens her posture and adds, “I will be returning to my sect in the next couple of days with my sect brother and sister.”
Murong Jin gives her a nod of understanding. “Safe travels, then. Let’s hope we hear more good things about Zhao Ming in the future.”
Without another word, she turns and leaves, though a small, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips.