The youth lowered his voice and began to speak word by word, uttering the deepest vow in his heart.
He stared intensely at the distant old man.
Perhaps sensing something... from far away, Zheng Fengsheng, pushing a wheelchair, changed direction and turned his head to look towards the higher slope of the hill.
Chu Guo immediately changed his expression to a lazy smile, waved his hand, and greeted with an indifferent shout.
Actually, old Zheng couldn't see clearly.
The radiance was too intense; against the light, he could only see the silhouette of the youth sitting cross-legged at the mountaintop, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and with the waving of his hand, multitudes of petals surged like waves from there.
The strong wind blew, and the sunlight was brilliant.
Another new day had come.
"Do you wish to cultivate?"
Xie Xuanyi suddenly asked.
This question was beyond Chu Guo's expectation. He was startled, looking incredulously at the young man beside him.
"Cultivate?"
