Although he planned to move the sun, he would not move it too far away. If they wanted to return and see him, it would not be difficult.
Besides Ye Shaoqing, there was Li Qingyu's grandmother, Li Jingyu, the people from the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, the Wei Manor relatives, Chen Sheng, Master Mu Wan, the Vermilion Bird King Jiang Cheng, and, most importantly, Jiang Qingluan. They had long since made a name for themselves at Taiji Peak Lake, and this time, they would surely be among the first to reach the sun.
Li Wudi returned to see his mother. The scene was one of tears and snot; with Li Qingyu added in, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren cried until heaven and earth seemed to turn upside down.
"Alright, it's enough that you're not dead. Your mother's heading out first—I just arranged to meet some dance friends. We're practicing a new dance today, so don't waste my time."
Li Jingyu wiped away her tears and immediately changed expressions, her face blossoming into a smile as she went off dancing.
After that came the long and tedious period of "moving house."
Those who had once known Li Tianming, whether family members or beautiful elder sisters, all benefited from it.
"The snow at Taiji Peak Lake is beautiful, but the sun's flames have their own grandeur. The world is still there; only the people have left. If there is a chance, we will return."
Li Tianming said this to Xuanyuan Muxue.
"Say no more. I've waited for this day far too long. Snow may be beautiful, but I've long since grown sick of seeing it. I want to see the sun's flames too," she said.
Li Tianming had thought many people would feel nostalgic.
Yet through the sentient beings line, he saw