271 A Token of Love

The Painting of Nine Immortals was peaceful, serene, and as always, picturesque.

On the Mount of the Healing Soul, Feng Qing Ming’s old eye rims were red as he carefully held onto the jade plate with both of his hands. He fell into a turmoil of emotions as he reminisced about his past.

He remembered a lot.

The chasing and the flirting, the shallow kisses that sealed their love, and the wave of sadness the day they parted.

He stood like a statue on top of the mountain. He let the wind blow the tears off his cheeks.

Ling Xian stood silently behind Feng Qing Ming. With his intellect, he had already guessed what was making the Immortal of Arrays cry such sorrowful tears.

A real immortal who has lived centuries and centuries has seen it all in the world. What kind of things would make him feel such strong emotions?

Other than the sentiment, love, nothing else can.

Therefore, Ling Xian did not interrupt him with his words.