Sorrow and Appreciation

Behind the Yun Clan’s mountain was the beautiful Forest of Purple Bamboo.

This place was just like a painting. The air was fresh, just like the home of an immortal.

Every time the wind blew, the purple bamboo leaves would rustle and lift into the sky. Doing their own dance routines, the beauty of it all was endless.

"This place hasn’t changed at all. It’s still so beautiful." Ling Xian floated in midair and peered down at the Purple Bamboo Forest. The corner of his lips curled up slightly.

After he descended, gazes upon gazes shifted to him and exclaimed loudly.

"LOOK! It’s Master Ling!"

"What? Master Ling is back?"

"Thank God, thank the Buddha, Master Ling finally came back."

"Haha, I knew it. Master Ling is almighty. Those two forces were weaklings, how could they stop him?

Silhouette after silhouette hopped out of the bamboo forest and tightly surrounded Ling Xian. Their faces were full of surprise.