Chapter 8 — Thuy Linh Can Under Peach Blossom Light

These two people were tied together by fate, tormented by each other in the mud of the world. The white tiger stopped walking, lowered his head to look at them, and blew his nose. "Let's go." I gently patted the white tiger's neck. Don't stop, don't turn around. I welcomed the sunlight that broke through the clouds after the rain, headed towards the wider path of cultivating immortality, and flew away without turning around.

The moment passed, but its meaning stayed with them. They moved forward carefully, carrying what they had learned and leaving the promise of tomorrow in their hands.

The moment passed, but its meaning stayed with them. They moved forward carefully, carrying what they had learned and leaving the promise of tomorrow in their hands.