Bang!
Just as Lu Yunxiao was about to speak, the warship suddenly shuddered violently. The spatial ripples around them gradually dissipated, and the ship began to slow down.
Frowning, Lu Yunxiao glanced outside. The lush mountain range in the distance had already entered their field of vision.
"Have we arrived at the Ancient Saint Mountain Range?"
Lu Yunxiao murmured softly. Looking at the Amethyst Cake held to his lips, he casually pushed it into Feng Qing'er's mouth.
"You eat it."
With that, Lu Yunxiao rose to his feet, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked outside.
"Master!"
Feng Qing'er swallowed the Amethyst Cake and hurriedly followed behind Lu Yunxiao.
The moment they stepped out of the cabin, the entire world opened up before them.
Seeing Lu Yunxiao emerge from the cabin, Gu Qingyang, who had been waiting outside, hurriedly came forward to greet him.
Yet Lu Yunxiao did not look at him. As he watched the cloud-shrouded mountain range draw ever nearer, he suddenly felt something and could not help abruptly turning his head, his gaze shooting toward a cloud-wreathed mountain peak in the distance.
There, a graceful figure in green flickered in and out of sight. Though they were separated by a great distance, Lu Yunxiao still felt a familiarity and longing that seeped into his very bones.
From afar, their eyes met, as if time itself had frozen.
Gu Qingyang slowly turned his head as well. Looking at the graceful figure atop the mountain peak, as noble as a goddess, a complicated smile appeared on his face.
After all these years, the only person who could make her come here personally to receive them was likely the Young Master Gu Xiao before him.
Boom!
Dark clouds rolled across the heavens as the enormous warship slowly came to