Immortal Realm Situation
"Train well, and perhaps we'll meet again someday!" Gu Lan waved, saying no more.
"Goodbye, little friend!" Mu Yuyan also waved her hand.
The two left, leaving the young Daoist standing alone amid the green mountains and clear waters, dazedly holding the lunchbox. At that moment, a white crane flew in from the north, emitting a crisp call as it landed beside him.
"Little crane, the immortal elder has left, and the immortal sister has also gone. Did the immortal elder send you here to keep me company?" the young Daoist asked, patting the crane.
The crane raised its head: "???"
It had only been drawn here by the lingering spiritual energy from the ascension, puzzled by the little Daoist's affectionate pats on its head.
"It seems you miss the immortal elder too. From now on, we'll be good friends," the young Daoist said, assuming the crane's gaze toward the distant mountains was understanding. Without hesitation, he hugged the crane and sat down on its back.
Squawk!
"Ah!"