The moon was bright, the stars sparse, and the night was deeply dark.
The quiet had settled over Ziwei Mountain late at night, no longer the bustling place it usually was.
On a mountain path of the Third Peak,
Mo Qingyue and Chen Zhixing walked side by side.
"Time truly passes quickly. You never realize it normally, but when you look back, that child who was once babbling has now become a renowned prodigy of Longevity Heaven,"
Mo Qingyue said with a smile.
"Yes, time is like that. You get lost in it and don't notice it. Only when you look back do you see the traces it left,"
Chen Zhixing reflected wistfully as well.
He had been in this world for thirteen years now.
Memories of his past life had gradually blurred.
Sometimes he even wondered if his so-called past life was just a dream.
Perhaps crossing worlds was merely waking up from a dream.
"Zhixing, over the years, you must have suspected my identity long ago, right? Why haven't you ever asked me about it?"
