Everyone left.
The river continued to flow and the clouds continued to drift among the mountain peak.
The dream was about to end.
Standing on the riverside, Gu Qing Shan felt a bit troubled.
He released his inner sight all around the Barren Cloud Heaven's Grotto and easily located a young girl staying on the Barren Cloud Master Peak.
It was Xie Dao Ling.
Gu Qing Shan swiftly moved, dashed across the surging and flowing river, then flew towards the Barren Cloud Master Peak.
A young girl was sitting on the stairs of the Daoist temple with her hands holding up her cheeks, silently watching the clouds drift above the river.
A young, tiny figure.
Sitting alone within this vast dreamscape.
Her father had already passed on.
And the one who took on his entrustment, Shen Yang, had probably already lost his life in the real world as well.
