Three days had passed in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, Tang Yi didn't practice cultivation; instead, he spent all his time with Mo Qingxue, Jin Yan, and Wang Xiaocao, occasionally taking moments to guide the cultivation of Lin Shaocong, Fang Shan, and Fang Bing.
These days, which Tang Yi spent with his lover and friends, were a rare period of leisure for him, devoid of cultivation and strife, and were moments of complete relaxation.
If possible, Tang Yi wished for a life like this—simple and peaceful, spending time with his lover and friends.
Alas, such a life was nothing but a luxury for Tang Yi, a fleeting moment of leisure.
"I must go now!"
On the morning of the third day, as the first light of dawn broke, Tang Yi stood on the shore of Lake Heart Island, looking at Mo Qingxue, Jin Yan, Wang Xiaocao, and Lin Shaocong in front of him.
"Do you really not want us to come with you?" Mo Qingxue asked.
"No need!"
