The nights at Guanhe Platform are boisterous.
There are too many stories here, too much history.
Only the restless emotions of people scatter across the Cloud Summit, quietly following the Long River.
"Sugar figurines for sale! Want to mold one?"
"Little Wang, your dad is a good man. Two years ago, I owed him for two types of medicine, and he hasn't asked me about it to this day. I've been too ashamed to visit him, and now… what a pity!"
"Come, come, hot mutton soup, aromatic and steaming sliced mutton!"
Jiang Wang felt his spirit light yet seemingly distant.
"Brother Jiang, hehe, I want to ask you about swordsmanship!"
"Not bad, little brother Jiang, you quite have the flair of your senior."
"Jiang Wang! Once you join our Dao academy, remember it requires diligence and hardship. Your future responsibilities will affect thousands of people!"
His soul floated aimlessly, not knowing where to drift.
"Third brother! Let's go drink!"
