Feng Mohan's bleary eyes were tinged with sorrow, seemingly hollow, as she lifted her head and gazed at the spot where Yan Rufeng had disappeared.
"This scene is so familiar. He's still the same, never changed."
"Sister Mang'er, he hasn't changed a bit. He comes and goes as he pleases, never leaving any attachments."
"Sister Mo Han, indeed he hasn't changed. Every gesture, every smile, still captivates just like before."
Jiang Mang'er sank into deep memories, and after a moment, suddenly became worried.
"But, are we being too confident letting him go to the Immortal Emperor Star's Wangyou Cliff alone? Don't forget, there's also Luoxian City Lord Yun Jiuge there."
Compared to Jiang Mang'er, Feng Mohan appeared more optimistic.
"Sister Mang'er, don't you understand Rufeng yet? He never does anything rash!"
"But his cultivation is only at the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. For safety's sake, we should let Sister Moran go with him."
Feng Mohan nodded slightly.