"You're not acting yourself today, Ran'er, are you alright?" Suddenly, his father's voice broke through the air as they neared the river.
"Yeah, just had some difficulties in my cultivation, but I found this rabbit here. I named her Xiao Mo." Wen Ran's gaze wandered over the flowing river. It was just as he remembered—small, the water flowing briskly, yet with a serene power that seemed to pulse through the earth itself. The current was strong, its rush steady and purposeful, and the crisp scent of purity hung thick in the air, like the smell of fresh rain on earth.
