After saying farewell to his long-lost mother and sister, Luo'er boarded the soon-to-be-airborne airboat with a heavy heart. Under the skillful command of the dwarf aircrew, the airboat slowly lifted off the river surface, with the elves on the ground waving them off. Finally, when the airboat ascended to 500 meters, the dwarf immediately activated the propeller engine, and the airboat, making a massive noise and spewing steam from its chimney, sailed toward the North.
The group watched as the elves on the ground became smaller and smaller, and their mood, ironically, lightened up a little, no longer as heavy as when they had said goodbye.
"It's a shame that Murong and the others were left down there." Shangguan Jiu looked at the giant tree still visible in the distance, and said a little sadly.
"It's not like it's a final goodbye. There is no need to be so melancholic," Luo'er said, standing next to her.
