The boundless, starry expanse of the inheritance realm began to fold upon itself as the gate leading to the outside world slowly opened.
Shen Xun'er stretched her slender arms over her head, her robes draped over her frame billowing gently as she felt the pull of the mortal world's atmospheric currents through the threshold.
"We're finally going back!" Shen Xun'er grinned, her bright purple eyes sparkling with youthful, unrestrained vigor. "Man, it has been so long since I last breathed fresh air."
Five years inside an isolated, airless void governed entirely by the gravitational folds and cosmic silence was enough to test the sanity of any young cultivator.
To her, the prospect of feeling dirt beneath her boots, tasting sweet mountain water, and hearing the rustling of ordinary tree leaves was a luxury sweeter than any imperial pills.
Shen Haoran just smiled at that, his warm. He was also looking forward to going back, after all, he still has people to hunt.
