Holy Land Immortal Mountains!

Lu Qinghe looked at him, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Unattached to worldly possessions, free of burdens in his heart.

This boy had a fine temperament.

"Let's go."

He turned and walked toward the flying vessel.

Lin Feng followed.

Behind them, Lin Zhentian opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, it only became a sigh.

His nephew was leaving.

Going to a place he would never be able to reach in his lifetime.

He did not know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

But he knew that Lin Feng's path had already diverged from his own.

"Take care," he said softly.

Lin Feng paused.

He did not turn around.

He merely nodded gently.

Then he stepped onto the flying vessel.

The flying vessel rose into the air, becoming a streak of light that vanished into the horizon.

Tianxuan City grew smaller and smaller.

In the end, it became a tiny black dot.

Then it disappeared completely.

Lin Feng stood on the deck, watching the sea of clouds rush past below him in silence.

Lu Qinghe walked to his side and stood with his hands behind his back.

"First time leaving home?"

Lin Feng nodded.

"Can't bear to leave?"

Lin Feng shook his head.

"There's nothing to miss," he said calmly. "That place was never where I belonged."

Lu Qinghe paused slightly, then smiled.

"Interesting," he said. "You're quite clear-headed for a child."

Lin Feng said nothing.

Lu Qinghe looked at him and continued, "Do you know why this old man came to fetch you personally?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment. "Because of the Titan Bloodline?"

Lu Qinghe nodded. "That's right. The Titan Bloodline is something one may not encounter among hundreds of millions. Since you awakened