Boating on the Mist Sea

Thin mist drifted slowly, and the mountain peaks appeared and vanished.

Peak after peak pierced through the fog like small boats, drifting across the Mist Sea.

Worthy of being one of the Holy Spirit Seven Views!

The sight of a thousand sails racing forth and countless boats vying for the current stirred Lu Ran's heart.

It also eased a trace of awkwardness.

Just moments ago, when the Cloud Sea Sword Spirit had rubbed his head, Lu Ran had failed to hold himself together, and his nose had stung.

Her movements, her gaze... they were truly too similar.

Other than her illusory figure, was she any different from Mother?

Like a rat from a filthy sewer secretly catching a ray of sunlight, he hurriedly turned away and looked toward the wonders of Hidden Thousand Mountains.

Lu Ran did not want to appear overly emotional.

The Cloud Sea Sword Spirit had noticed something as well. She withdrew her hand and stood shoulder to shoulder with Lu Ran at the cliff's edge, her hands clasped behind her back.

Yan Chou did not wish to disturb the warm moment between mother and son, but there were simply too many doubts in his heart. He could not help calling out, "Young Master."

"Mm."

"Your many evil arts..."

"I can steal the power of gods and devils."

"What?" Yan Chou stared at the youth draped in a fox fur cloak.

Faint clouds and mist curled around him, adding a trace of mystery to that tall, slender figure.

"Ranran, explain it more clearly." The illusory Qiao Wanjun spoke softly, her tone clearly one of command.

Lu Ran: "..."

He had not heard that form of address in a long time.

He smiled and said, "I can steal the power of gods and devils and nurture stone sculptures."