"Daoist Crane, may you have a safe journey."
Crane Immortal waved his hand and then turned to walk towards a distant street.
In front of a chaotic shop on the street, a woman with an indistinguishable face was waving at him.
After Crane Immortal's man took a seat, the woman grabbed his ear and seemed to be scolding him.
At this moment, Crane Immortal appeared as if he had truly become a child, continuously apologizing.
Lu Yuan watched this scene and couldn't help but feel emotional.
Although he couldn't hear their conversation clearly, Lu Yuan could make out one sentence from Crane Immortal's mouth.
"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry for coming late."
Perhaps there were mountains beyond the mountains but beyond the mountains... there might not necessarily be the person you're searching for.
As Crane Immortal left, the surroundings around Lu Yuan once again returned to the grey Myriad Sword Mountain.
