If you like this story, please support the author by purchasing the novel from JJWXC. --- Upon entering the forested area, they were met with a vast sea of trees. Flying above this arboreal expanse, mist rose in the distance, and Yao Guang instinctively wanted to reach out for it, unsure of where to place his hand. Long Jian Lu, managing the motorcycle with one hand, reached over and pulled Yao Guang closer, signaling him to wrap his arms around his waist. “Romantic, isn’t it?” Long Jian Lu chuckled, glancing back. “We’re not on a date!” Yao Guang retorted. Long Jian Lu quipped, “You’re no fun.” Yao Guang was at a loss for words. Despite the light-hearted teasing, Long Jian Lu kept a vigilant eye on their surroundings. They had been flying for nearly twenty minutes without any sudden ambushes. Yao Guang started to doubt the information he had received. Could there have been a mistake? Long Jian Lu began, “There’s a scholar at the Northern Observatory, nearly ninety years old this ...