Unexpectedly, it allowed Yin Shen Palace to leisurely tour the scenery along the way.
After traveling five thousand more miles, the journey was nearly half completed.
Alone, traversing thousands of mountains and waters.
Yin Shen Palace also loosened up, occasionally encountering particularly beautiful scenery, simply sat down, took out wine and food from the Space Ring, and indulged in a drunken revelry.
At night, he stopped traveling, casually finding the highest peak nearby, gazing up at the starlight while perched atop the mountain.
Dots of starlight, seemingly within reach on the mountaintop.
Coldly blinking down.
Each night, Yin Shen Palace hugged his knees, gazing up at the starlight, gazing at the stars.
Silent, unmoving.
Only at such moments did he reveal some genuine human emotions from the mortal world.
Clothes fluttering, he gazed afar, alone.
In his heart, only one name echoed.
"...Ruochen, Ruochen..."
