The setting sun sank westward, and the bustle of Qing Town gradually faded into the distance.
Li Mo turned to look back, only to see dozens of Kongming Lanterns rising above the city wall.
He had spent far more time in Qing Town than in the Heart Beast Sect. Without even realizing it, he had grown familiar with every plant and stone in the town.
"Walking the Immortal Path alone—hopefully, a thousand years from now, Qing Town will remain a paradise."
Li Mo shook his head with a bitter smile.
Thinking so was unrealistic. In the past twenty to thirty years, trade caravans had started passing through Qing Town.
Soon enough, thanks to its excellent geographical location, Qing Town would regain its prosperity but also become a chaotic mix of fish and dragons.
"Fortune and misfortune depend on one another—there is no absolute safety in the mortal world."
Li Mo quickened his pace, leaving Ming Lin and the other disciple struggling to keep up.
