The world I watch still lingers
Joy, sadness, and the wind
I enjoyed them, I am free
Restrained by my own
Watching the nature I like
Drinking tea with calm
Flying with birds from afar
Gazing at the moonlight with a smile
Living on my own
letting my being decide
To which I knew at last
the path I set upon
Yun Haoran hums a poem while flying with a ten-meter greatsword. He was chilling in the air feeling the wind. He looks like a carefree immortal that came down on a mountaintop. His black hair dances while his blue robe becomes one with the blue sky.
The sun creates a radiance while the clouds give him comfort.
Is he in a good mood? Definitely. He missed this air. The Nature and the Spiritual Qi. The Eastern Heaven releases a Spiritual Qi for him to absorb but this feeling of Spiritual Qi in this world is absolute.
