The sun was setting in the west.
Night was approaching.
The little Daoist boy in yellow robes stood on a tree branch, smiling as he looked towards Star Pool.
"What a beautiful flower valley..."
"It's a pity that after tonight, it will wither."
Liang Feng sat cross-legged under the tree, his eyes closed, silent, and took a deep breath.
"Today's valley tour has ended. The Foundation Establishment Cultivators from Linghua Valley and the Yan Family will temporarily leave to visit Sheyang Sect."
"Time waits for no one, Brother Liang."
"You won't regret it, will you?"
Liang Feng slowly opened his eyes, which were filled with determination: "I never regret."
He slowly stood up and walked into the valley.
The little Daoist boy in yellow robes narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly: "Heh, what Star Pool Spirit Pearl..."
"They even claim to be flower lovers, yet they don't recognize the ripe moon-bearing ancient lotus seeds."
