Yue Qingyi stood beside Ye Lin, her face flushed crimson as she kept retorting.
Her two good friends merely stood there with their arms folded, watching the scene with smiles on their faces.
As for the two men behind them, they had remained silent from beginning to end, quietly observing everything.
"Alright, enough, enough. Let's set off. There's a hundred-zhang waterfall in Moonfall Gorge, and it only looks good in the afternoon. Come on, let's go."
Cloud, who had not spoken until now, finally opened her mouth.
A moment later, Yue Qingyi walked at the front with her two friends, while Ye Lin quietly followed behind her.
In this cultivation world of mutual deceit and scheming, not everyone was obsessed with cultivation, nor did everyone desperately wish to possess great strength.
There was another kind of person—those who had come solely to enjoy life.
They used their long lifespans to roam the world, admire beautiful scenery, savor fine food, and walk amid the dust of the mortal world.
They did not care about cultivation, nor did they care about life and death. All they cared about was enjoyment.
In their words, the Dao had no end. Cultivation, cultivation—no matter how one cultivated, one could never reach the finish line.
There was no such thing as an endpoint on the road of cultivation.
Cultivation was too bitter, and they were unwilling to keep enduring it like this.
They cared only for the present: accompanying their family, admiring beautiful scenery, savoring fine food, enjoying each day as it came.
The road of cultivation was too bitter, with no end in sight. Better to use that time for enjoyment.
Yue Qingyi's two friends were clearly this sort of people as well.
Time continued to pass, and they had already left the city, officially