As he rose into the sky on the crane's back, the old eunuch Yuan Zhaoning felt both terrified and thrilled. When he saw Yan Bo riding the wind alongside the white cranes, his suspicions were confirmed.
"So Daoist Priest Yan really is an immortal..."
Although Yuan Zhaoning only murmured the words, Yan Bo still heard him. He rode the wind closer to the flock and spoke to the old man.
"Uncle Yuan, there's no need to keep calling me Daoist Priest, much less stand in awe of me because of the immortal Dao. If you like, just call me sir. As I said before, I'm only a gardener who wants to grow a few flowers."
The old man smiled and nodded without saying anything more. Meeting an immortal at the end of his life was inevitably exciting, but now that he was experiencing it, it did not seem quite so overwhelming.
"Kree-"
The leading white crane gave a long cry, and the rest of the flock began calling as well.
"Rather than dwell on that, Uncle Yuan, you can admire these splendid rivers and mountains. Though dynasties change and strife never ceases, none of it can conceal the grandeur of heaven and earth!"
Holding on to the crane's neck, Yuan Zhaoning looked down. Once his initial fear of heights subsided, he could no longer tear his eyes away from the beautiful landscape below. It was his first time admiring the beauty of the mountains and rivers from such a sweeping perspective, and for a while, he was utterly enthralled.
"Uncle Yuan, vast as the world is, where do you think the remnants of the White Feather Way could go?"
"Huh?"
Yuan Zhaoning did not quite understand. He raised his head and looked sideways at Yan Bo.
"You're no longer a