Overseas, in a remote stretch of sea.
A streak of Flying Light zipped past. Within it was a young man with a grim expression. 'Is Mother... really trying to harm me, just as Father said?'
The young man was none other than Chongming.
Since his trip to the Qing Country, the young man had aged considerably. Although his Lifespan had not been diminished, a few strands of white had appeared at his temples.
The Flying Light streaked across the sea for a while longer before landing on a deserted island. It passed through what seemed to be a transparent water curtain. From the outside, the island looked desolate and lifeless, but upon entering, a young Daoist with red lips and white teeth had appeared out of thin air on the shore.
"Fellow Daoist Xu..."
A complex look flashed in Chongming's eyes. He sighed, walked forward, and cupped his hands. "I've troubled you, Fellow Daoist. Chongming will surely repay this kindness in the future."
