Silence was his only answer.
As Kaelan straightened up, he looked at the Soul Destruction Needle floating before him.
He murmured to himself, "Oh, right. I still haven't returned the Soul Destruction Needle to that cultivator."
"I suppose I'll have to give it back the next time we meet."
Kaelan stood rooted to the spot, silent.
He gazed at the spot where Celeste Grant and Javier Sinclair had just vanished, his eyes filled with gratitude. Staring into the empty space, Kaelan whispered, "Thank you."
The day's events replayed in his mind. He had been facing certain death, yet everything had taken an unexpected turn. He had met his saviors today.
Ever since his clansmen were slaughtered and his loved ones brutally killed, he hadn't felt a single shred of warmth. But today, he suddenly realized that the world wasn't entirely full of wicked people. There were still those who would lend a helping hand and show him kindness.
