Later on.
Li Ye sat atop the mountain peak.
Gazing at the clouds that constantly changed.
Like a mercurial future and an untouchable past.
Unfortunately, with a breeze, they dissipated.
He reached out, trying to grasp a wisp of the ethereal Cloud Qi, but surprisingly, even with his late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he couldn't hold it. The Cloud Qi playfully slipped from his hands and vanished without a trace.
"Sigh."
"Clearly, I'm already so strong, so why do I still have such sentiments?"
Li Ye looked to the side: "Ancestor Master Lixi, please enlighten me."
Lixi, who had been silent all this while, looked at him: "Asking me? Even immortals sometimes have the melancholy of the changing seasons. Why don't you plant something instead?
How long has it been since you planted anything?
The sect doesn't need your worry right now, just rest assured and relax."
She stood up.
Stretched lazily towards the sun.
