After repeatedly thanking everyone, Han Lin swiftly left Tushan Immortal City.
One could see that his years of experience had made him much more vigilant; he would never linger in a place where he could not control his life, even if theoretically it could be trusted.
Jiang Ding's figure also slowly disappeared from view.
...
At home, he cooked, cleaned, and cultivated every day.
From time to time, he would visit his elementary and high schools to reminisce about the past, feeling a complex mixture of emotions.
The scenery, still the same.
The students playing and laughing in the school, the teachers strictly instructing, the bald headmaster occasionally patrolling the classrooms, the leaves blown down onto the road by the wind...
All as they were before.
Everything the same, as if time had never passed by.
Unfortunately, none of the people in the scenery were recognizable anymore.