"Not hard?"
Facing the Witch's suggestion, Fu Qian glanced again at the scene of the Other Shore of the Stars, his tone neither hesitant nor eager, as if she had merely asked if he wanted to go out for a stroll.
"Not hard."
The Witch's invitation seemed full of sincerity, and he responded to her concern without reluctance.
Even as she prepared to head out, there was no intention to tidy up her outward appearance.
The next moment, her only hand still maintaining human shape, accompanied by the tendrils at her back, adjusted her embrace.
And just as Fu Qian's gaze was slightly elevated, the darkness faded in a blur, and that desolate sublimity was no more.
Appearing in their view were the shadows of buildings elongated by the evening sun.
It truly isn't hard.
Although the view was still somewhat passive, the saying "hold high, see far" was proving true, and Fu Qian immediately noticed that they were on a street not too wide.
