Before he knew it, Yun Qing had lived in this world for many years. The boy whose features had once still held a trace of youthful innocence had long since grown into a man, his shoulders straight and broad, his black hair cascading down.
So much time had passed that Yun Qing sometimes felt as though those dozen-odd years of life on Blue Star had been nothing but a distant dream.
The Immortal Palace's corridors, the spirit springs and flowering trees, the Ji Clan's mountains, the Yun Clan's waters-all of it felt more and more like his true home.
Indeed, during those years, Yun Qing had been fortunate enough to accompany Madam Si on several visits to her birth family. Back then, Ji Shuo had yet to know how deep a bond he would one day forge with this Immortal Clan and its surname.
Returning to the present, Yun Qing and Ji Huang had finally moved beyond simply nodding upon meeting and then going their separate ways.
More than eighty percent of the credit belonged to their shared mother, Yun Si.
The three often gathered in Madam Si's immortal abode, sitting together over tea.
The woman in bright yellow robes usually occupied the seat of honor, while the young man in white and gold robes tended to lean beside the window. The young man in blue sat wherever was convenient, most often between the other two.
Yun Qing leisurely refilled their cups.
The fact that these tea gatherings kept happening owed much to him, sitting in the middle.
If left to Yun Si and Ji Huang, mother and son whose temperaments were strikingly alike, they would likely ask how the other had been, each reply with "Passable," and end the conversation there.
Sure enough, that very scene was unfolding before