When he returned from Azure Cloud Peak to the familiar Little Mountain Peak, Ouyang did not choose to fly straight to the summit. Instead, he directed Liang Zai to land at the foot of the mountain.
Looking at the familiar Little Mountain Peak, he thought it over carefully. It seemed he had not walked this mountain path in a very long time.
The last time he had walked this path was when he went down to pick up Tutu. Before he knew it, three or four years had passed.
Looking at the lush green Little Mountain Peak, which had hardly changed since he first climbed it at five years old, Ouyang could not help feeling wistful.
This was the only place he had considered home since transmigrating into this world, yet it seemed he always stayed for a brief, hurried spell before rushing off again.
Walking along the bluestone slabs of the mountain path, Ouyang took each step with great care. Even the flowers and grasses on either side looked so dear and familiar.
Though Little Mountain Peak was not particularly tall, actually walking its winding mountain path would still take considerable effort.
In terms of distance alone, even walking for an entire day and night might not get him to the main gate at the summit of Little Mountain Peak.
After putting on a melancholy air and walking for barely a few minutes, Ouyang grew impatient.
He had never been a particularly patient person, and since coming to Little Mountain Peak, he had never once properly walked this entire path.
He picked up Liang Zai, who had been following at his heels, and said irritably, "What a pain! I really have nothing better to do, pretending to be some artsy young intellectual! Come on, Liang Zai, let's just fly