Qin Hong felt it was very familiar, a sound etched deep into her very bones, accompanying her throughout her growth.
A figure blowing a shawm, head held high, bouncing around in the cafeteria, the happy-go-lucky mascot of the gang, gradually materialized in her mind.
"What am I thinking?"
Qin Hong shook her head, "The cultivation talents of Little Trumpet, the Gang Leader, and Baiyu are not good, they have long had their own lives in the mortal world, how could they be here?"
Reality is extremely harsh,
The long growth path of a strong person means that family, friends, and enemies will all become passing scenes in one's countless years of life.
Though she still often returns to Miao Chun Hall to take a look, it is her place of rest for the soul, but that's about it. In the Celestial Court, and even throughout all of Earth, there is hardly anyone who can help her.
