“You’re that confident that I’ll go to Silver Moon City?” I shouted after him.

He stopped and turned back slightly. The sunlight outlined his gentle jawline and lit up his faint smile. “It’s not me being confident, it’s that you will definitely come,” he replied.  Turning back to the front, he walked forward into the clear sunlight, the silver linings on his robe shimmering with hazy starlight. It was as if he’d walked out from the river of time and was now returning to where’d he come from.

His calm and unfathomable back was enough to give anyone looking at him a sense of inferiority.

He’d sounded so confident, as though he’d looked into the future and had seen me reuniting with him in Silver Moon City.

Why is he so...