Feng Jiu chuckled and remarked, "Time passes like the flow of water for those who cultivate immortality. Years or even decades pass in the blink of an eye. What's more, isn't today's parting for tomorrow's reunion?"
Feng Ye bent his head and remained silent. Even though the statement was true, he still wouldn't want to part ways with them soon.
After a few days of flying through the clouds in the airship, they reached Wutong Mountain, where Feng Ye's Master lived. They didn't go down, but when they arrived at the mountain gate, they let Feng Ye and Zhao Yang go on their flying swords.
"Go! After you return, cultivate well and don't think about anything else. Obey your master. After you have successfully completed your studies, you can either return home or venture out into the larger world to temper yourself." Feng Jiu murmured, touching their heads.
"Mm-hmm. We will." The two nodded before turning around and flying down the mountain.
