"In the past?"
In the past, Lin Mo, you were like a bright pearl, your brilliance caught everyone off guard, and the Wang Family and Lu Haotian were crushed beneath your feet," Su Xinhe said softly, a complex expression flashing in her eyes, "From that moment on, I worked hard, hoping to surpass you, hoping that when I faced you again..."
"But now, I finally understand that all my efforts, the efforts to climb the social ladder at Harvard, to learn communication, social skills, capabilities, and tricks, the things I achieved that once made me proud, had dimmed your light in my heart. But now I know how ridiculously wrong I was; you've made me feel like I'm looking up at a mountain!"
Su Xinhe said seriously.
Lin Mo was slightly surprised too, not expecting the events of those years to have subconsciously altered a girl's life trajectory.
"Now I feel that everything is in the past, thank you for today." Su Xinhe smiled.
"We are friends. When you are in danger, I can't just watch and do nothing." Lin Mo smiled.
On this night, both of them unraveled their heartstrings simultaneously.
"But I really am curious, who exactly are you? How did you suddenly become so powerful?"
Su Xinhe looked at Lin Mo with burning eyes, hoping to clearly see this mysterious young man.
"Who am I?"
Lin Mo's mouth curled into a bitter smile; if he hadn't been thrown into the sea back then, perhaps now he would just be a fresh graduate, trying hard to find a job, living a monotonous and ordinary life like most people.
Lin Mo raised his head, gazing at the sky shrouded by darkness, where the bright stars shone like diamonds.
"Come!" Lin Mo waved his right hand, and a seven-colored streak of light shot toward the night sky, dazzling in the dark sky. The seven-colored light streak unfurled like a rainbow in the black night sky, transforming suddenly into a seven-colored phoenix soaring across the sky, then changing into a golden dragon dancing through the firmament, and a Flame Qilin riding thunderclouds, all forming various visions, wonderfully beautiful.
Su Xinhe looked up, the clear reflection of the dazzling scene in her eyes, stunned.
Then suddenly, these visions quickly disappeared, and towering halls appeared on the firmament, with auspicious clouds swirling, and mythical beasts riding clouds and mist. A high White Jade tower stood among classical and grand palaces, as if carved from White Jade, crystal clear.
"Is this the Immortal Realm?"
Su Xinhe muttered to herself.
"Among the white jade towers in heaven, twelve floors and five cities, Immortals pat my head, granting long life and immortality!"
Lin Mo stood with his back, slightly raised his head, gazing at the starry sky, muttering to himself.
Su Xinhe glanced at him; this poem was by Li Shixian. Its meaning is simple: I am not mortal; I will be an immortal!
Su Xinhe's mouth slightly opened; could it be that Lin Mo is a Banished Immortal who mistakenly entered the mortal world?
"I shall take my leave now. We'll meet again if fate allows." Lin Mo said, as the illusions in the sky gradually vanished, the sky returning to its original state: night, stars.
A cerulean rainbow pierced through the night, as if tearing a slit in the black cloth, revealing the azure sky behind it. Lin Mo treaded upon his sword and rode the wind, gradually disappearing from Su Xinhe's view. In the quiet garden, a faint smile appeared on Su Xinhe's lips as she turned to walk towards her room, "Little Yue, book me a flight, I suddenly want to go home."
In the outskirts of Chicago, there is a remote villa district, which was abandoned years ago due to development issues, leaving it a ghost town and those villas unsellable.
This property developer, called Xingao Real Estate Group, is a subsidiary of the Morgan family.
The villas are surrounded by dense, metre-high weeds, almost covering all the buildings, resembling a post-apocalyptic deserted city.
At this moment, in the distant sky, a black light streaked across the horizon, pausing momentarily above the villa district before heading toward the center of a villa within.
Landing outside the villa was a middle-aged man with black wings on his back, with wavy hair and a square face. His hands hung weakly at his sides and, upon closer inspection, one could see signs of broken bones beneath his skin.
The middle-aged man's eyes were blood red, filled with endless rage. The featherless wings on his back gradually twisted and folded, making an extremely odd sound, retracting completely into his body, and the two wounds on his back slowly closed over, leaving not a single trace.
"Damn Huaxia people, I will kill you."
The man let out a growling curse of anger, then looked at the villa's front door with more respectful eyes, "Master, Morgan requests an audience."
In the eerie villa district, only the sound of insects chirping and the wind rustling the weeds can be heard, lending a sense of strange and terrifying atmosphere.
The villa in front of Morgan remained silent for a moment, then an ancient and aged voice rang out, "Come in, my child."
Only then did Morgan dare to approach the villa, pushing open its door forcefully with one hand before striding inside.
Inside the villa was not the chaotic scene one might imagine; there was still a garden in front of the villa, planted with many flowers and plants, meticulously maintained.
"Master." Morgan swept past the garden, striding into the villa's living room. Inside the living room, a small, hunchbacked old man with silvery hair stood with his back to him.
Morgan stood respectfully in the living room, showing a look of both admiration and humility, bowed low.
Before this elderly man, who seemed aged and frail, the white of his hair indicated considerable age, commanding profound respect. The living room was furnished with some ancient wooden furniture, each piece an antique. In there was even a very old piano with a score on it, obviously frequently used, and beside the old man were several bookshelves filled with various kinds of books. From the colors of the books, they are evidently quite old.
"Child, I am glad you came to see me."
The old man turned around, his face as wrinkled as bark, brimming with a smile, with a large-framed reading glasses perched on his nose.
"Master, Harmon... he's dead!" Morgan said, his voice trembling slightly.
The old man remained silent for a few seconds; those few seconds felt like a century for Morgan.
"Harmon is dead? What a pity...but he was merely one chosen by the ancestors, not the most talented after all," the old man slowly said, "Oh, you seem to be injured too?"
"I was wounded by a Huaxia person; he is very powerful," Morgan nodded, his eyes filled with resentment.
The old man put down the book in his hand, walked over, and pressed a bronze wall lamp. A bookshelf moved aside with a clattering sound, revealing a large iron cage inside, where several young men and women were trapped, their faces filled with fear.
The wonderful continuation will be tomorrow.