The lush green grass in this desolate place stood half a man tall, while withered old trees lay everywhere, each dry branch thrusting straight and slantwise into the air. A chill, gloomy aura rushed head-on!
"Fellow Daoist Xiao," Huang Tianle said unhurriedly, "Huang achieved success in cultivation in his youth. Though not as outstanding as Tianming's side, Huang was still counted among the notable figures of the declining Huang Family. Once Huang could fly with talismans, Huang never again traveled peacefully on foot. Whether leaving Tianmen Mountain or traveling within Tianmen Mountain, Huang flew everywhere and no longer walked. Fellow Daoist Xiao must be the same, no?"
Xiao Hua found Huang Tianle's words rather strange and smiled. "This Xiao is the same. If one can fly, why walk?"
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Xiao, Huang used to think the same. But only after these past days, when Huang could no longer fly and could only walk, did Huang truly learn that people sometimes still needed to keep their feet on solid ground and walk more upon the earth. That sense of solidity far surpasses the exhilarating freedom of flight!"
"Grandfather!" Huang Mengxiang said with a smile. "Senior Xiao is presently like a drawn flying sword, his edge fully revealed. He cannot compare to you, who have weathered more than a hundred years and gained so many insights!"
"Hehe, when people grow old, they talk more. They always feel their own realizations are treasures and hope others can share in them. If anything Huang said was wrong, Fellow Daoist Xiao, do not take offense!" Huang Tianle laughed, then pointed toward a courtyard at the foot of the mountain and beside the water. "This should be the former residence of Ancestor Huang Yi."
"This... this is Senior Huang Yi's former residence?" Xiao Hua asked