The sky is as blue as a clear mirror, clean and boundless.
Under the mirror.
The Martial Saint casually helped Sister Shurui take care of the flowers and plants in the Sky Garden—spraying some water here, doing some trimming there, all according to mood. Even though he knew no planes could pass through here, he would still occasionally look up at the sky.
"Already boarded."
Boss Jiang, who also received gifts yesterday, came up.
Having just turned fifteen and now on his sixteenth-year journey, the Martial Saint sighed, "Bro, how does time pass so quickly? Two days gone in a blink, like a dream."
Jiang Chen tossed up his hand.
The Martial Saint instinctively caught it, looked down, and chuckled.
It's an orange brought by their parents from hometown.
The Martial Saint put down his gardening tools.
"Bro, how about discussing with Sister Shurui about transforming this place and planting some orange trees."
