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Autumn had arrived, and the path to Yuqian Temple was covered with fallen leaves. Inside the temple, a serene atmosphere prevailed, with Wuchen Mage meditating on a stone platform in the courtyard.
Hearing footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes and saw four individuals approaching. With a knowing smile, he said, "The four benefactors have arrived; I have prepared tea long ago, waiting for your presence."
In the meditation room, the tea set was already arranged, and a pot of hot tea was steaming. Wuchen Mage poured each person a cup of clear tea that exuded a fragrant aroma.
"Is the wedding proceeding smoothly?" Wuchen Mage asked, stroking his beard.
"Thank you for your concern, Master; everything is going perfectly," Shen Tong replied with a slight bow.
Wuchen Mage nodded, his gaze falling on Shen Tong's right eye. "Young Lady Shen's eyes have returned to normal."
"Yes, after the Rakshasa Bird sealed the Guixu Gate, it departed. I believe the contract between the Shen Family and the Rakshasa Bird has ended," Shen Tong said softly.
"All things have their destined course; the end of a contract is also the beginning of a new life," Wuchen Mage said as he took out four small packages wrapped in red silk from his wide sleeves. "These are specially prepared for you four."
The four received the small packages and discovered each contained an exquisite Dongba Amulet, engraved with ancient Dongba Script and emitting a faint sandalwood fragrance.
"This amulet contains the spiritual energy of Yulong Snow Mountain and will ensure your safety," Wuchen Mage explained. "As long as there are connections in this world, extraordinary events will continue to occur; you will need clear eyes to discern right from wrong."
A thought crossed Shen Tong's mind. "How did the Master know our future plans?"
Wuchen Mage only smiled and changed the subject. "I was just about to ask; what are your plans moving forward?"
"We have decided to return to Spring City and establish the Ming Tong Detective Agency," Lin Mingchang replied. "We will continue to help those in need."
"Good, good," Wuchen Mage said, bringing his hands together in prayer and nodding in approval. "I wish for your bright futures and safe journeys ahead."
After bidding farewell to Yuqian Temple, Liang Qingsong accompanied the four to Kunming Railway Station. He held Shen Tong's hand tightly, his eyes misty. Although their time together had been short, a profound bond had formed that made him feel like he had cared for her as a daughter from the very first moment he saw her.
Shen Tong, like Liang Qingsong, was not very adept at expressing her emotions. But at this moment, she stepped forward and gently embraced this man who felt like a father to her.
"Mr. Liang, don’t forget our promise; after you finish your research, you must come to Spring City for an extended stay."
Liang Qingsong nodded with a lump in his throat and handed a large bag of local specialties to Lin Mingchang.
After a heartfelt farewell, the train let out a long whistle and slowly began to depart. The four of them gazed through the window at Liang Qingsong on the platform, watching until his figure shrank to a tiny dot and finally vanished from sight.
As the train gradually picked up speed, the distant Yulong Snow Mountain also receded. Shen Tong leaned against the window, lost in thought. Suddenly, she seemed to catch sight of a shadow darting across the sky, resembling a large bird.
Shen Tong immediately pressed her face against the window, trying to follow its path.
"Shen Tong, what's wrong?" Lin Mingchang noticed her unusual behavior and asked with concern.
Shen Tong shook her head and smiled as she turned to Lin Mingchang. "It's nothing, I might have just seen it wrong."
She glanced at the three most important people beside her and felt reassured as she leaned against Lin Mingchang, closing her eyes to rest. The future remained uncertain, but she believed that as long as they were united, they had nothing to fear.
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