Sensing the disappearance of Ah Dai's aura, Harry reappeared in the courtyard. A faint smile graced his aged face. "Child, I believe... you will understand."
The sound of wind roared incessantly in his ears. Ah Dai kept murmuring the six words Harry had told him. Encased in a white glow, his body shot through the sky like a falling star. He did not deliberately seek speed, yet the two stories told by the Western Swordsman, Harry, echoed repeatedly in his mind. He had no idea how much time had passed before the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and he stopped instinctively.
