Yi A Bao stood on the bridge and watched A Fei leave. He watched for a long time, until his surroundings grew completely dark, until the snow stopped and the clouds scattered, and starlight illuminated the earth. He lowered his head to look at the West River, whose center had yet to freeze. The scattered reflections of stars looked as though the Celestial River had descended into the mortal world.
A Bao felt much more at ease. As Hero Mai had said, if fate allowed, they would meet again. And some things were just as Hero Mai had described in the story of his life: do not wait until the future to regret them.
Granduncle and Mink gave that Immortal Elixir to me in the first place, so naturally, I can give it to whomever I please. Even if Jun Ling cannot use it to enter the Dao, it can at least prolong her life!
A Bao flicked his sleeve, and all the thin ice along both sides of the West River shattered, making the reflections of the stars clearer still.
The crackle of firecrackers and children's cheers came from the streets and alleys, while A Bao was already striding home.
Outside West River Town, Mai Lingfei walked at a leisurely pace, yet seemed to shrink the earth beneath his feet. The wind sometimes roared like a wild beast, and sometimes softened like a hand brushing willow branches.
Decades in the Xiantian realm, several encounters with guidance, walking among mortals and witnessing worldly affairs, watching birds and beasts, observing the natural world-Entering the Dao Through Martial Arts, he blazed a new path.
Hurrying through the world, he would surely see Chu Qi again one day. Of course, she might no longer bear that name by then, but if fate allowed,