The silver-white plane soared across the sky over Yujing City like a great bird, quietly arriving at the West Suburb International Airport in the depths of the night.
"Finally home."
Walking out of the airport, Zhang Fan took a deep breath. The feeling of returning home was always easy and free, like a tired bird returning to the forest, or drifting clouds coming back to the mountains.
"Land of golden powder in the Six Dynasties, blue robes contending for elegance... This is Jiangnan."
Qi Delong carried his luggage and followed him out.
"You've never been here before?" Zhang Fan asked casually.
"When we were kids, we visited Maoshan with our sect, but we didn't have much time to really have fun," Qi Dongqiang answered first.
"Maoshan... We were only seven then." A look of reminiscence welled up in Qi Delong's eyes.
