Qin Luo slowly opened his eyes.

"Master."

Zhang Fulong felt he was truly getting old; his eyesight was failing, and he wondered how much longer he had to live. A pang of sadness struck him. "Ziyue is gone?"

Qin Luo nodded.

Zhang Fulong sighed softly, "Disciple, when do you plan to leave?"

Qin Luo said earnestly, "Master, if nothing unexpected happens, I plan to go down the mountain to travel in seven years."

Seven years!

Zhang Fulong breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Luo had considered leaving before. He stayed at Longhu Temple, wanting to spend more time with everyone before leaving, and also to cultivate the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones to its peak. He has now cultivated his past self, and once he reaches the peak, he will head to the Chaos Sea.

Zhang Fulong came to the main hall of the Taoist temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. He stared at the portrait of the Taoist patriarch in a daze. After a stick of incense had burned, he left the Longhu Temple and came to the mountain path outside the temple. When Jinjiao saw him, he immediately stepped forward and used his tail to sweep away the fallen leaves and dust on the mountain path.

Jin Yan and Cai Xia knew Zhang Fulong's worries, so they stayed by his side. They sat side by side at the highest point of the mountain path, bathed in the sunset, and gazing into the distance.

Laughter echoed from the foot of the mountain.

Little Dumpling and Lin Jia'er came running over.

"Abbot, why are you sitting here?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen a sunset."

"Grandmaster, this is a wild fruit I picked, it's so sweet." Lin Jia'er handed Zhang Fulong a dark red wild fruit.

Zhang Fulong took the wild fruit and put it in his pocket. A smile appeared on his wrinkled face. Lin Jia'er then took out wild fruit and distributed it to Jin Yan and Cai Xia. Jin Jiao, who was wagging his tail, was not forgotten either.

Lin Jia'er ran into the backyard of the Taoist temple. "Uncle Qin, these are wild fruits I picked. They're so sweet!"

Qin Luo put the wild fruit in his mouth, chewed it, and nodded with a smile, "Mmm, it's very sweet."

"Uncle Qin, look!"

Lin Jia'er shook the small red gourd hanging from her waist, beaming with pride, and said, "Uncle Qin, this was given to me by the Great Protector. It's filled with chilled spring water."

The little dumpling held a golden gourd in her hand, which could change size at will. She confidently raised her head and said, "Jia'er, let's have a toast!"

"Great Protector, cheers!"

Lin Jia'er and Xiao Tuanzi raised their gourds to clink glasses, and Qin Luo watched them play happily.

This scene is similar to yesterday's; nothing seems to have changed. The sun sets and the moon rises, the moon is cold and the sun is warm—life goes on as always.