A few days later, when Jin Xiu came to bring Aze food again, she found him riding a gust of wind across Cliff Mountain, chasing and playing with two mountain sparrows.
"Aze—time to eat—"
When she called out toward him, Aze quickly flew back in the direction of the house.
"Sister Jin, I can fly now! Flying is really fast—much faster than running through the mountains! I can fly with you now!"
As though he had swept away the gloom that had shadowed him for so long, Aze flew joyfully to Jin Xiu's side and told her of his excitement. The two mountain sparrows had not flown far either, circling around them. If they were not careful, they would be blown away by Aze's wind, only to quickly fly back again.
"Hahaha, Sister Jin, look! I've become friends with them!"
"Aze, you're amazing. You'll surely cultivate your way to the Dao one day! Come, hurry and see what delicious things I brought you today!"
Immortal cultivators of Nine Peaks Mountain naturally did not need to eat every day, and Aze was no exception. Jin Xiu also needed to cultivate herself, yet she still brought him delicious food every two or three days.
"Haha, there's roast chicken, Hundred Spirits Fruit, and glutinous rice balls! Thank you, Sister Jin—they're all my favorites!"
Laughing and chatting, the two returned to the house. This time, Jin Xiu ate with Aze as well. When she had finished clearing away the bowls and chopsticks and was about to leave, a smile still hung on her face. Seeing Aze regain his vitality, and seeing that the Sect Leader had permitted him to cultivate the orthodox path, swept away the worries she had carried for so long.
Over the next not very long period, Aze's progress became visible