Chapter 691

Chapter 691: Westward from Huilu

“Jialan is also going on a long journey? Time really flies.” Su Ye watched Lolahill as she shopped in the marketplace, sighing softly.

Since Lolahill joined the Scorching Sun Xiangyu Sect, nearly a year had passed unnoticed. She spent her days either resting in the courtyard or attending lectures at Xiulu Palace, living a very peaceful life.

Ever since she started practicing the Necromancer Sequence, some of her vague memories from the past began to resurface, even those from her childhood in her previous life, like visiting classmates’ homes to play video games in first grade.

When reminiscing about the past, there was always a bittersweet feeling. Therefore, she cherished her interactions with other members of the sect more. She often came out to enjoy nature with everyone, which helped her make many friends and not feel lonely as before.

After shopping, Lolahill and Su Ye returned. The group had been waiting for her at the market exit.

“Jialan Sister~” Yuling Yu waved and greeted her.

Seeing this group, Lolahill waved back and smiled. It seemed they had come to see her off today.

After gathering, they headed west along the mountain path.

After walking hundreds of meters, turning two bends, and crossing a long iron suspension bridge, a seven-story inn appeared before them.

The inn was made of yellow wood with golden glazed tiles. It was built close to the valley, and below in the valley lay a clear stream, its water sourced from nearby peaks.

Ascending to the upper floors of the inn, one could overlook the valley below. Green and gray pebbles lined the riverbanks, separating the lush forest and the river reflecting the sky.

At this time, it wasn’t yet dark. Distant sunlight reflected off the river’s surface, creating golden ripples, while the inn was hidden behind the mountains, shrouded in deep blue.

“What would you like to eat, Jialan?” Su Ye sat down and looked at the menu.

“I don’t have any picky eating habits; anything reasonable will do,” Lolahill leaned against the railing, gazing at the mountain scenery. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow, lifting her hair to flutter by her ear.

“Then let’s order this specialty dish, Black Sturgeon. I’ve had it before; it has a great taste,” Su Ye pointed to one item and handed the menu to the others, asking them to order too.

Yuling Yu and the others looked at the menu, then each chose a dish, and soon their orders were placed.

“What’s wrong, Jialan? Have you been missing home lately?”

Su Ye walked over, looking at Lolahill standing by the railing. As the sun slowly set, a golden afterglow filtered through the valley, illuminating the girl’s face.

Beneath her delicate eyebrows was a face transitioning from youth to maturity. The warm sunlight cast upon it revealed fine fuzz.

This child hasn’t fully matured yet, Su Ye thought.

In the East, when a woman marries, she undergoes ‘opening the face,’ where fine facial hair is removed using fine threads, leaving the skin smooth and clean.

“A little bit,” Lolahill stretched her hand over the railing, feeling the gentle mountain breeze between her fingers, a sense of comfort washing over her.

“Does Jialan still have family at home?” Su Ye remembered Lolahill mentioning something about it before.

“Not sure, probably not anymore,” Lolahill replied softly, gazing at the valley scenery.

“I see.” Su Ye paused. She knew she was usually carefree but wasn’t good at comforting others. Forcing words now might not be appropriate.

“What are your plans after this, Jialan?”

“I should head west first, visit some old friends, see how they are doing. It will give me peace of mind,” Lolahill answered.

Although her true family had dispersed in her previous life, this place was still Earth, the place where everyone once lived.

After practicing the Necromancer Sequence, Lolahill recalled the information she saw in the system about human rebirth after the apocalypse and the final messages left behind.

Knowing such things, she felt a mix of amazement and relief, relieved it wasn’t another unrelated world but a new civilization born from the ruins of the past.

Though these civilizations were different from the past, she could still find some traces in customs and culture, which made her feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia.

“Will Jialan return?” Su Ye stood next to Lolahill, looking up at the pure, blue sky overhead.

“I will return,” the girl’s voice was like the faint blue-green of distant mountains.

“That’s good,” Su Ye closed her eyes, listening to the wind rustling through the dense forests and the laughter of people on the inn above.

“As long as we can meet again, all the waiting will be worthwhile.”

Later, as the sunset gradually descended, orange-yellow lanterns lit up on the inn. The sound of people clinking glasses and chatting filled the air.

The night was cool as water, stars fell like branches, and it was another year of fine scenery.

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After packing her luggage, Lolahill descended the mountain.

Compared to the past, she could now fly freely, avoiding the hardships of travel by carriage and horse.

Her serene black dress fluttered quickly in the wind, the indigo hem and ribbons dancing in the air. The young lady carried a wicker box and flew freely across the sky.

Two birds, one blue and one yellow, followed her, effortlessly flying thanks to the air currents generated by Lolahill. Their lively eyes occasionally surveyed the earth below.

Within Huilu Continent, the yellow forests and wilderness rapidly receded beneath her. Along the way, various cities and towns came into view.

Comparing it to her past experiences, the residents and towns in Huilu Continent were clearly more numerous and densely populated than in Yan Yao Continent, indicating its prosperity and flourishing.

After flying west for a day, some greenery began to appear amidst the yellow forests and wilderness. By then, she had crossed nearly eight hundred miles of vast territory.

As the sky darkened, Lolahill descended from the sky, entering a small town to rest at an inn for the night.

Flying during the day and resting at night, after three days, the scenery underfoot was no longer the apricot-yellow forests, the verdant mountains and rice fields gradually became sparse, and in the distance, a hazy range of mountains appeared.

These mountains were enveloped in a light mist, with a hint of purple in the greenish-blue hue. On the ground below, trees grew sparsely, with only small patches of lakes and fields.

Another evening arrived, and Lolahill slowly descended from the sky, preparing to enter the only town within dozens of miles for rest.

The land beneath her was somewhat dry, and the roadside was mostly barren weeds. Lolahill carried her wicker box to the town gate.

Looking up, the tall bluestone archway was inscribed with “Youcen” in white characters on a black background.

(End of Chapter)