Fu Jing's body trembled, and he thought, "In the end, am I no longer like I was in my youth, and have I forgotten the spirit of those days?"
"Uncle Jing, I promised Manman to take her back to the Eternal Immortal Sect. Please give me this chance."
Fu Jing took a deep breath, his voice low yet extraordinarily weighty, "Alright."
...
The clear night sky was cloudless, with stars and the moon hanging high.
Fan Wubing, guided by the starlight and moonlight, passed through a deep, secluded path. There were no idle people here, and all sorts of auras became exceptionally clear. He strolled leisurely amidst the sea of flowers, a gentle breeze carrying warmth, as if it wasn't winter, but rather late spring. On either side were cliffs towering into the clouds, with no top or edge in sight.
A lively aura gradually became clear.
