The time passes by like plum blossoms falling.
Day and night the stars blink like the bright lights of streets.
Gasoline and urban scents distinctly wafting under your nose.
White breath falling into your hands, freezing in the cold night.
Drip
Drip
"Haaah," Fengyu took a deep breath, his eyes brightening again.
The visions of the past dissipated in the silvery blue light of the moon, his pounding heart calming down.
"Quack?" Zimu looked worried at Fengyu, slightly shocked at the scene on this joyous day.
"In the world of mortals, when you reach the age of 30, they call it 'realising your fate.'
Zimu, in the past twenty years, do you think much has changed?"
"Quack, yes! You learned many spells and quickly advanced in your cultivation. Isn't this a big change?"
