A Resolute, Solitary Back

Nangong Hueling looked up and waved excitedly. "Big Brother, Second Brother, Fourth Brother, you came to pick me up!"

Chen Xun looked at Little Crane and nodded with a smile, saying nothing more. Two thousand years of cultivation at the Dao Academy had indeed come to an end.

On the ground.

Feng Jinyu's expression was exceedingly complicated. He silently cupped his hands at the side. The immortal path stretched far and wide; parting was the norm. His state of mind was still lacking, and he could not yet take it lightly.

He sighed inwardly. The complexity on his face gradually turned into a smile, carrying his blessings as he saw off his friend.

Nangong Hueling looked at Feng Jinyu and said softly, "Jinyu, I'm leaving. Thank you for taking care of me these past years."

"He Ling, I'll cultivate diligently." Feng Jinyu suddenly said something seemingly unrelated. He cupped his hands toward Nangong Hueling. "May you have fair winds all the way. I hope we can meet again in the next two thousand years."

"Hehe, alright." Nangong Hueling smiled and lightly pushed off the ground, her dress already fluttering amid a rain of flowers as she called out, "Jinyu, take care of yourself too."

Feng Jinyu's smile deepened as he watched that graceful figure gradually recede into the sky, then cupped his hands once more.

High above, Chen Xun gave the figure in green below a deep look. Early Void Refinement Realm—the road ahead was still long. He hoped to see him again in the future. The Dao Academy was hardly anything remarkable in this Cultivation World.

Little Crane had already stepped onto the small boat. Unconsciously, her smile faded, and a trace of melancholy finally appeared in her eyes. She had once looked forward to leaving the Dao Academy,