The day was sunny, with not a cloud to be seen in the azure sky. Chenxiang had gotten up early, packed his travel bag, and took one last look at his family home.
It was not a large house, yet it had sheltered him and his father from the elements for many years. It was filled with the memories of his childhood and joy. Now, as the time to part had arrived, his heart ached with reluctance.
However, the vision of his mother reappeared in his mind, and with a steely resolve, Chenxiang walked out the door decisively. Liu Yanchang secretly watched his son's retreating figure with tears streaming down his face, knowing that the fledgling was about to soar into the Nine Heavens; he could only watch, not hinder.
As Chenxiang stepped out of the house, he was unexpectedly greeted by a gathering of villagers who had come to see him off. Many cheered loudly, encouraging him, as they proclaimed that their village was about to produce an immortal.
