Fuyou Residence emerged from the depths of Dongran Lake. The lake was radiant, with beautiful scenery unfolding one after another. It was mid-April, the spring was warm, vitality was flourishing, and everything competed to bloom brightly, with a climate that was pleasant.
After experiencing various events at the Flower Cage Sect, Li Xian fled to Dongran Lake. He successfully escaped and was reborn, feeling indescribably joyful, suddenly finding everything fresh and beautiful. On this day, he lazily lay in the courtyard, hands behind his head, looking up at the warm sun. The white clouds gathered and fluffed together, forming various shapes. Occasionally, a bird flew into the clouds, and he mused silently:
