Snow was like flowers when I left; flowers are like snow now that I have returned.
After Shen Yun returned to Danxia Island, he did not enter seclusion to cultivate in silence as usual, but sat alone in a quiet courtyard, calmly watching flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and unfurl.
Then, one day, his heart surged, and in the unseen workings of fate, a powerful premonition arose:
"The day I ascend to the Immortal Realm is not far off now."
Now that his Art of Heavenly Secrets had reached complete perfection, with a single thought, he could illuminate all kinds of future possibilities and deduce the trajectory closest to the truth.
Unlike other immortal lords, Shen Yun had cultivated for only a short time, and his kin, friends, and old acquaintances were all still in the mortal world.
Thus, before leaving, he had to bid farewell to them one by one and lay down contingencies, lest petty villains stir up wind and waves in the future.
"I'll return to Central Continent first, then make plans."
Once his mind was set, Shen Yun stepped out, and the void rippled like the surface of water.
Whoosh—
When he appeared again, he was already in a quiet, secluded valley.
It was the small cottage where Shen Qingruo cultivated.
In the valley, the stream murmured. Walking over a moss-covered stone bridge and turning past peach trees in full bloom, Shen Yun stopped outside that tranquil courtyard.
His gaze passed over the low fence, and from afar he saw a graceful figure like a green lotus, standing quietly among the flowers, her fair hand pinching a blossom, yet long refraining from plucking it.
She seemed to sense something. In the instant Shen Yun stepped into the valley, she abruptly looked back.
Their eyes met,