The thunderous chime of the bell passed through the thatched huts, the Daoist halls, the manor houses, the small boats on the rivers, the godly ships on the sea and the snowy mountains, spreading far and wide.
Everybody had heard the bell.
The Giant on his way back to his homeland turned his head in the direction of Chaotian while curling up the corners of his mouth slightly, letting loose a frank and happy smile.
Gu Qing ran to the rear of the godly boat as quickly as he could. His eyes were moistened as he looked in the direction where the sound of the bell arose.
On the icy peak in the deep part of the snowland, a small and short figure appeared amid the cliff walls that were as smooth as glass. She was gazing into the south, reflecting on something.