Amidst the mountains, a Flying Boat descended upon a mountain village.
A young boy walked unsteadily down from the Flying Boat. He paused as his feet touched the ground, his gaze lingering on the vessel with a hint of longing.
But then, the Flying Boat slowly began to hover, lifting off the ground.
The boy's face fell, and he gave a respectful bow.
The Flying Boat streaked across the sky and vanished into the clouds.
The boy stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly in the direction it had vanished, as if still hoping for it to turn back—an impossible wish...
Aboard the Flying Boat, Chu Mu sat leaning against a window. He was well aware of the boy's hopeful gaze.
'Obviously, I can't be saddled with a burden at all times, especially one who's also a bit stupid!'
'In the Cultivation Immortal Realm, poor aptitude and poor comprehension weren't the real issues. At worst, one would just waste away their life, a common enough sight.'
