Four spirit cranes and the purple carriage painted a scene of an immortal arriving. It slowly passed Feiyun standing to the side.

There were four maids with their hair tied into a bun around a precious stone. With their spirited eyes, they resembled the maids of a god.

Dongfang Jingshui slightly glanced at Feiyun while they were passing each other. Who knows if he recognized the guy?

Perhaps not. After several years, Feiyun was no longer the kid wet behind the ears. He was gallant and muscular with a cultivation countless times higher.

The other young prodigies also walked by without taking a look at Feng Feiyun.

“Such haughtiness.” One of the guards snorted.

Feng Feiyun quietly said: “Those are famous prodigies so naturally, they’ll be arrogant. Let’s go.”

They went down the mountain and said goodbye to Yu Chan then. She and Lan’er boarded...