He simply stood silently in midair, watching the seawater below ceaselessly wash onto the shore day after day, listening to the crash of the waves...
His gaze appeared dazed, bewildered... until it gradually cleared and transformed back into icy composure.
However, this coldness now seemed subtly different from the deliberate façade of before.
"Han Yanzi."
Shen Fu lightly clenched the red wooden talisman, which promptly disappeared into his palm.
He looked to the northwest direction, his eyes flickering with steadfast determination.
Without hesitation, he flew toward the northwest.
...
Wanfa Peak.
Inside the small house.
"Senior Brother, you've just entered Immortal Ascension Stage, and now you're heading out again?"
Bu Chan couldn't help but furrow his brows.
Yet with age and experience, this furrowing failed to mar his appearance, instead adding charming depth to his expression.
