Prologue.

Time flies, in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

The figure remains motionless, as if it intends to kneel down forever like a stone.

A loud bang resounded, and a rolling wave of air swept in all directions, revealing a green giant crane over thirty feet long, with feathers shimmering in emerald green and eyes gleaming with red light.

Since this is the case, I won't be polite anymore. Master Chen has never practiced immortal arts before, and his body is still mortal. This time, it will be me personally casting the spell to protect the Zhong family.

An old dilapidated grass hut, dim lighting.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The young man spoke these few words in a low voice, then bowed his head again, stood up, turned around, and pushed open the door of the grass hut.

A loud "pa" sound, the flame in the bronze lamp suddenly flickered, and the short figure finally changed.

Mr. Chen, are you ready to return to the Zhong family? In an open space outside the thatched house, there stood an old man in a green robe with white hair. As soon as he saw the young man coming out, he calmly asked.

Mother, I am leaving. Please rest assured. When I go to the Zhong family, I will work hard to cultivate. Once I succeed in cultivating immortality, I will definitely enshrine your tablet in a dignified manner in the Zhong family's sacred place. I will make sure that anyone who looks down on mother will kowtow and worship you every year in the future.

A small figure, bowing down, knelt in front of a simple altar. On top of it, there was a faintly placed black memorial tablet and a rusty copper lamp.

Qingbo, I have already said goodbye to my mother. Please cast your spell. The young man heard this and lowered his hand in response.

The grass hutushucom.com still stands alone in this remote place, but that thin and small figure has never appeared again...

After a moment, the giant crane let out a clear cry, spread its wings, and lifted the thin and weak young man into the sky, flying towards the horizon.

A short figure knocked three times with great force, then suddenly lifted its head. It turned out to be a delicate and pale-faced young boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, dressed in mourning clothes of plain white.