The sky was gradually getting darker, and the setting sun cast its afterglow on both sides of the town, drawing long shadows.
The black tiles were also covered with a layer of dark red.
The crowd at the Immortal Hall had already dispersed, leaving only a group of mortals still talking eagerly about which family's child became an immortal.
And the forest guardian who spread the news had suddenly become the most popular person in the town.
The scent of fireworks still rose, and as those who worked outside returned, the streets and alleys became even more lively.
At this moment, a Spiritual Ship rose from the Immortal Hall.
A few children landed on the edge of the Spiritual Ship, watching the streets gradually recede, while the scent of steamed buns still wafted upwards.
They swallowed their saliva, then seemed to search for their home's location with their hands, their mouths slightly open, but ultimately remained silent.
