At this moment.
Qin Yuehan felt as if she had returned to the age of thirteen when she first entered the tutelage of Master Yan.
The handsome young man who made her feel warm would expound scriptures and explain techniques for her, smilingly accompanying her through those tender years.
At that time, as the senior and junior, they spent time under the flowers and moonlight, with smiles and tender laughter.
In the depths of the shade of the forest, butterflies danced in pairs.
That handsome young man of earlier days, brimming with confidence and heroic spirit.
Inside and out, he exuded a vibrant energy, as if nothing could daunt him.
A dream of forty years.
Years later, they met again.
He, unexpectedly, had ended up at the bottom of the cultivation realm, merely a loose cultivator of the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer.
However, the vicissitudes of life.
He finally found his own path of seeking the Dao.
