Hanshan Academy, Jian Mountain.
A young man stood atop the peak, gazing straight at the clouds drifting across the azure sky.
The young man had grown up. He wore an ordinary long robe, his figure tall and straight, his sharply defined features handsome.
Over the past few years, while accompanying his young lady in her studies, he had often caught the furtive glances of young women just beginning to fall in love.
Even noblewomen of the Demon Race often came to visit Hanshan Academy.
Whenever they saw the young man, they would ask whose servant he was.
If Tushan Jingci had been unwilling to let him go, Xiao Mo would have already been bought by some noblewoman and turned into a certain unspeakable kind of plaything.
Xiao Mo slowly closed his eyes and communed with the world around him.
As his thoughts stirred, a gentle breeze swept past, and the clouds gathered into a great white dragon.
Then the dragon dispersed, transforming into a flock of white birds that arrayed themselves in the sky, as if preparing to migrate.
In the next instant, hundreds of white birds became a long immortal sword, suspended in the air as though it might plunge toward the earth at any moment!
The unseen Daoist charm between heaven and earth wound around the young man, lingering without dispersing.
This was the middle volume of Great Dream of Yellow Millet—transforming all things with the heart.
Great Dream of Yellow Millet had no specific spells. Put another way, everything in this world could be a spell of Great Dream of Yellow Millet.
As long as something lay within the reach of one's heart, one had the ability, and one understood the Daoist charm between heaven and earth to a certain degree—
a blade of grass, a leaf,