As Jin Yu had decided to depart, Tian Ling made a point of accompanying her to the portal of the Mystic Realm. The path to the portal was flanked by ancient trees whose canopies formed a natural tunnel, filtering the sunlight into golden beams that danced to the rhythm of the wind. The air was imbued with the soft aroma of wildflowers, and the distant sound of a stream added a tranquil melody to the environment.
As they walked side by side, Tian Ling observed Jin Yu from the corner of his eye. She looked radiant, her long golden hair shimmering under the sunlight. She wore a light blue robe that floated gracefully with each step, enhancing her natural elegance. There was a gleam of determination in her eyes but also a softness he always appreciated.
As they approached the portal—an imposing arch carved from ancient stone and adorned with mystical runes—Tian Ling stopped and turned to her.