Ling Tianyu wandered around The First Sky, planning to comfort his wife later. Everything that needed to be said was said, and the decisions made couldn't be changed by anyone.
The powers in The First Sky had essentially remained unchanged, only reshuffled.
Ling Tianyu strolled leisurely, without uttering a word, occasionally sampling ancient delicacies. It was a pity he hadn't brought his son along; it would have been amusing.
Still, as he'd often said, he wasn't angry with his wife. He came out not only to relax but also to avoid the guilt he felt when seeing his wife's eyes.
Walking alone felt good. He aspired to follow in his master's footsteps, like the sentiment expressed in a poem.
Finding a place facing the sea, admiring the scenery, practicing calligraphy, living a leisurely life like a recluse—this is the true beauty of life.
He believed that day wasn't far off, though it wouldn't happen soon.
