Illusory Moon Immortal Sect, Yao Fei

Chen Xun stood on the spot for a long time, his gaze still fixed on that receding figure. He laughed at himself.

He shook his head slightly and headed in the opposite direction from the Chu Clan's spirit-beast carriage convoy.

The afterglow of dusk shone across the land, golden-red ripples spilling behind Chen Xun. His shadow gradually stretched longer, as if reaching to the end of time itself, utterly out of place amid the clamor of this Cultivation World.

With hands behind his back, he looked up at the heavens. His gaze grew ever deeper, and the corner of his lips curled faintly.

Back then, I'd been scared half to death. Even when Junior Sister Liu stood before me, I hadn't dared acknowledge her. I failed the promise I made that year to Liu Yuan, Shi Jing, and Ji Kun.

In the blink of an eye, the light boat had already passed ten thousand mountains. Through the long years of ten thousand ages, he himself had changed far too much.

He walked slowly across the land, the contemplative look in his eyes growing heavier and heavier.

Step...

Chen Xun suddenly stopped and sharply turned his head at this moment.

In the distance, by the spirit-beast carriage convoy.

Chu Zhen turned around at the same time. Beneath the lingering light of the setting sun, the two figures turned as if by unspoken agreement, their gazes abruptly meeting on Sunset Avenue.

At that moment, even the flow of time seemed to solidify. All clamor and turmoil were cast aside by that brief exchange.

Chen Xun nodded and smiled. It was as if he had understood something from that gaze—something beyond words.

A trace of a smile seemed to ripple through Chu Zhen's eyes as well. Perhaps it was because of Chen Xun's