Atop the mountain, Su Mo looked at the solitary flower blooming on the distant slope and smiled faintly.
He understood why Ji Shuang was unwilling to return to Floating Life Pass with him.
But Su Mo had not insisted. Perhaps this was what Ji Shuang wanted.
It was also what Su Mo wanted.
Ji Shuang was captivating now, more stirring than the sheltered little girl she had been in the Ji Clan.
This stirring was not romantic affection, but something like a beautiful landscape, a long, lingering poem.
He felt immensely fortunate to have witnessed her paint a beautiful scene of crimson mulberries upon the pristine sheet of paper she had been.
Perhaps she would experience hardships in the future, but at this moment, her heart was utterly pure and simple.
The Ji Clan's deception had neither left her unable to rise again nor sullied her. Instead, it had spurred her to grow into a beautiful, captivating flower.
Su Mo turned with a smile, stretched, and looked out into the boundless night.
As those lovely hopes faded, worry returned to Su Mo's face.
He was waiting, waiting for Ji Ting to ascend to immortality.
He wanted to see whether Ji Ting could truly reach the Immortal Domain, waiting for the secrets of the Immortal Gate and that eerie Black-Clothed Elder in the Ji Clan to unfold before him.
It seemed he was always busy uncovering one secret after another.
There were always all manner of things barring his way, leaving him utterly exhausted...
As for today, he had no intention of actually returning to Floating Life Pass.
There was still a Demon Sage at Floating Life Pass who would soon enter her Aversion Thought. He dared not face a Sage's Aversion Thought head-on. He had only told Ji Shuang he