"He's back, he's back..."

The repeated calls about the Revenge Shadow Rider...

Far away, Feng Yi was browsing the map sections, from the East District of the Yate Federation to the West District, until the end of the Earth.

The afternoon breeze was refreshing, and under the warm sunlight, the gentle wind rustled the tattered cloak... Strictly speaking, the wind-blown cloak was riding the wind, the effect of cosmic adhesive matter made Feng Yi feel the cloak was a part of his body.

As for why Feng Yi wore the cloak, there wasn't a special reason. If he had to give one, it might be that the inflated cloak looked more human and could somewhat hide his appearance, though the effect wasn't very useful. But it was better than being affixed to a rock.

Of course, Feng Yi couldn't truly feel the temperature at this moment, because the cloak had no sensory nerves. The constantly fluttering material kept stirring his thoughts, bringing feelings to his heart.

While feeling this, waves of mental power from afar flowed into his thoughts, slowly restoring his originally downscaled thinking speed.

At this moment, Feng Yi hadn't noticed this. Right now, he just wanted to see old friends, after all, he had nothing else to do.

The long time spent in slumber seemed to make him form a bad habit, making him complacent, letting him adapt to randomness, drift along, and disappear with the wind. Just like now, Feng Yi was aware that time was limited but never considered mastering the limited time to try creating infinite possibilities.

Indeed, now he only wanted to drift, to pass by places he had visited, unwilling to ponder over his identity. Even if just to see an old friend from back then, he wouldn't think too much about life or death issues—yes, life and death were merely the continuation of words, basic elements constituting the universe, similar to concepts of literary and mathematical codes.

Whether it's separation by life or death, living separation, death separation, once transcending this group, civilization and words would lose meaning. Yet, they once truly existed, in the universe, in everyone's hearts, like illusions yet real, or perhaps some refracted phenomenon? Just like the dreamlike stories Mo Ying told, which he couldn't comprehend.

In this human group, phenomena have the unique meaning of being observed, researched, and explained.

But now, Feng Yi didn't want to think about any of that, just meeting the people from back then would suffice.

Before this, the most burdensome issue was that matter, damn, why did Mengdie have his child? If it was really born, it should be a few years old by now?

As thoughts stirred slightly, the scene before his eyes quickly overlapped with memories; Feng Yi didn't even have time to ponder how he arrived there.

The start of the melody highlighted the tranquility of the Immortal Trace Forest at dawn... Gradually, the purple bamboo forest shrouded in luminescence exuded traces of vitality, with proud greenery on the earth matching all the birds spreading their wings and contending in song, continuously singing by the fairy's side.

After the gentle purple light shone, the place returned to silence again. As sunset approached twilight, the evening breeze ushered in a soothing prelude to nightfall, even the flute sound ceased—certainly, the enchanting poetry of the flute and xiao resounded eight hours ago; it was just that Feng Yi unintentionally extended the passage of time slightly, but compared to life, a day is so fleeting, passing in a blink of an eye.

Life, like a song, also like a dream, one dream, one butterfly, one illusion, the beautiful melody was like bubbles; even he was absorbed within the half-dream, half-awake tune, accidentally forgetting time.

A day quietly passed in the forest... who would've thought it would be so long.

This visit to the Jade Clear Sect, Feng Yi certainly didn't come just to hear her play the xiao; even if she played it, Mengdie finished eight hours ago. Actually, he never figured out the difference between a flute and a xiao; maybe it was a xiao, or a flute? Feng Yi's intention today was indeed to see... well, presumably his child.

Who knew he'd be absent for a day? The divine breath in the purple bamboo forest was rich, the yin-yang flow apparent until the sunset as darkness neared, the circulating breath only then changing, making Feng Yi realize there were things yet to be done.

For instance, seeing two children, hm, but now that I mention it, his current state is indeed somewhat peculiar—prone to zoning out, easy to be stagnant, like a fool dazed for twenty thousand seconds...

It's time to see the child of destiny, holding a sentiment of both meeting his offspring and a bit of ridicule, Feng Yi instantly approached Mengdie's aura, and for a moment, while bathing, Mengdie froze briefly.

And himself, had already slipped away, upon discovering Mengdie seemed to be in the process of undressing, and moreover, in the bath—but in a strict sense, it shouldn't be counted as peeping at this lady while bathing, right? After all, he and Mengdie... why did Feng Yi happen to think of the lady? He only discovered the secret yesterday.

As the saying goes, no man fights a battle he can't win. Since he promised Hans yesterday, he too had tried working it out. Through trials, Feng Yi found he could use adhesive matter with computers, even connecting with the internet—this kind of concept is a bit hard to explain, so he simply didn't.

He could even log into his account using the shielding method Eggy introduced back then, so he logged into his Revenge Shadow Rider ID, but there was no prompt online.

Holding onto a trace of nostalgia from before, he absent-mindedly opened past combat videos, and that battle with Mengdie was the only solo battle, so he loaded it up.

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