With Ignatius's hand gently cradling him and Shen Xinghui made the journey back to the mansion.
The two-hour trip had taken him days before.
Upon their return to the mansion, many people surrounded Shen Xinghui, expressing their joy at his safe return.
He could see how much he had worried them.
As it turned out, as soon as they had realized Shen Xinghui was missing, they began searching for him.
They wondered if he'd been attacked by bandits, left the country, or perhaps gotten into an accident.
They considered many possibilities and searched tirelessly.
Even after not finding him, they posted signs across the territory of the black dragons.
Shen Xinghui felt incredibly guilty, though no one blamed him.
He shrank back, feeling apologetic but relieved that no one scolded him.
That night, Shen Xinghui found himself in Ignatius's room.
The soft light from a small lamp illuminated the space as he sat near the edge of the bed, only a few inches away from Ignatius's body.
