As for what that streak of light was, perhaps only he himself knew the answer.

Zhang Dongliang, the former homeroom teacher, has retired.

Yang Fan's heart was filled with sighs and emotions!

Here... are left behind one memory after another.

"Xiao Fan..."

As I left my alma mater, an elderly man with faltering steps appeared at the school gate.

Although he was using a cane and looked very old.

But Yang Fan recognized him at a glance; he was his former homeroom teacher.

"Teacher, what are you doing here?"

Yang Fan was excited and walked over quickly.

Time flies, and we meet again.

He... seems to still be the same boy he once was.

But the homeroom teacher is already old.

“I had a dream when I was taking a nap earlier, and I dreamt that you came back.”

"So I came to the school to take a look, and I didn't expect to actually come back."

Tears welled up in Zhang Dongliang's eyes.

His hand trembled as he gripped Yang Fan's, unwilling to let go.

Yang Fan looked at him, his eyes slightly red.

Then.

He raised his hand, intending to inject a wisp of energy into his body to repair his aging form.

"Xiao Fan, I'm very happy that you have this thought in mind."

"Humans are born, grow old, get sick, and die; this is the law of nature."

"I've lived this long, and the thing I'm most proud of in my life is teaching such an outstanding student as you."

"Now, I have no regrets..."

Zhang Dongliang declined Yang Fan's offer and recounted the story with a sigh.

"teacher……"

Yang Fan felt like his throat was blocked, and he couldn't get the words out.

Then.

He raised his hand and then slowly lowered it.

Being able to face birth, aging, sickness, and death with equanimity—I'm afraid very few people in this world can do that.

Even among the immortals of the upper realm, which one is not afraid of death?

Who doesn't want to live forever?

"Come on, let's take a walk with the teacher."

"Um."

Yang Fan responded and helped Zhang Dongliang stroll along the path outside the school.

Time flies.

The events that happened when he was a senior in high school resurfaced before his eyes.

Back then, our homeroom teacher was a middle-aged man... Now... sigh!

evening.

Yang Fan escorted Zhang Dongliang home and sat alone on a rock outside the city, watching the sunset gradually sink into the western mountains.

far away.

Han Bing looked at the figure and instinctively wanted to walk over.

Suddenly, she stopped.

A beautiful figure arrived at Yang Fan's side before she did.

It's Li Fei.

Li Fei said something, and Yang Fan smiled brightly, looking very happy.

Han Bing gently retracted her raised foot and turned to leave.

"Brother Xiao Fan, what is the Upper Realm like?"

Li Fei is still like the little girl she used to be, never growing up.

She nestled in Yang Fan's arms and asked curiously.

She had never been to the Upper Realm, but she was filled with curiosity about it.

Not only her, but every martial artist longs to ascend to the upper realm and unravel this mystery.

"The upper realm is similar to our Blue Star."

"ah?"

"It's true, but the rules of heaven and earth over there are somewhat different from those here."

"Oh, I see. That seems a bit disappointing."

"Furthermore, compared to Earth, survival in the Upper Realm is much more difficult. It's a dog-eat-dog world... and you can lose your life if you're not careful."

"..."

"Let me tell you a secret: those who have just ascended can only mine and work as beasts of burden in the upper realm."

Wow! Is it that bad?

"More than that, some who took out celestial loans and couldn't repay them... had no choice but to be sold as celestial slaves to pay off their debts..."

Yang Fan explained to Li Fei in detail the cruelty of survival in the Upper Realm.

Back when he first ascended to immortality, he was just as miserable.

"Oh, right! Brother Xiaofan, there's something I forgot to tell you!"

"What's up?"

"That cute little girl from the Cherry Blossom Country has ascended to the Upper Realm to find you."