"Xiaofu, are we near your hometown, Fuling Town, yet?"

On this full moon night, the Grandwhite Kunpeng had its wings spread in flight. Looking at it from the ground, it looked like there were two moons in the sky. 

Qingyu's ash-grey hair fluttered in the wind. Gradually, her hair color turned to that of the moon. However, nobody really paid attention to her, perhaps thanks to how attention-grabbing Tianming was.

"We'll be there soon. It's just across that mountain ahead," said a white-clad girl. She looked quite average with skin not as fair as Qingyu’s. Not to mention, there were a few scars on her face, signs of the many battles she had fought. Unlike the elders' descendants, she had relied on herself to become an inner disciple.

"Xiaofu, why do you look so downcast? Do you feel unwell?" Qingyu asked concernedly.

"I'm fine," Guo Xiaofu said, hurriedly shaking her head.

"It's fine. Even though they...