Two months later.
Having prepared long ago, Lin Chang'an bathed and burned incense, donned a brand-new Dharma Robe, and even deliberately chose an auspicious hour before leaving.
He made his way to Yun Yao's Dao Field.
The moment he arrived, the Dao Field's formation slowly opened. Yun Yao wore fitted white robes today, and her complexion was far rosier than before. Her injuries seemed to have recovered.
"Fellow Daoist Yun."
As Yun Yao looked at Lin Chang'an, an odd glint flashed through her eyes. She seemed to have noticed that there was something different about him today.
Lin Chang'an smiled awkwardly and cupped his hands.
"Fellow Daoist Yun, I'm seeking a little good fortune."
Even after stepping onto the path of cultivation, seeking auspicious signs before an important matter was something many cultivators did.
"Let's go."
Yun Yao nodded lightly. She did not reject such behavior. The strange look just now had merely come from the vigor Lin Chang'an displayed today, which had stirred a familiar scene in her mind.
When they had first entered the Cultivation World, Lin Chang'an had been high-spirited and full of ambition, while she had sat in the carriage with stars in her eyes, dreaming that once she became an immortal, she could soar through heaven and earth like a bird, free from all restraint.
Yet even after she had become a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she had merely traded one birdcage for a larger one.
And today, the expression between Lin Chang'an's brows carried much of that same high spirit he had possessed when he first entered the Cultivation World.
Yun Yao could not help but sigh inwardly. Once Lin Chang'an established his foundation, he would likely discover, just as she had, that the Cultivation World was far broader than he imagined, and that Foundation