Teng Yunxiao glanced at him. "You stay here for now. I'll go and see whether they're still around."
Before An Mo could respond, Teng Yunxiao spread his emerald wings and shot into the air.
In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the distance. An Mo stood alone on the small piece of land, watching the direction in which Teng Yunxiao had vanished.
He wanted to remind the older man not to go too far, but the words never left his mouth.
After all, Uncle Teng must know what he was doing.
An Mo sighed and folded his wings.
Fine.
He would wait here.
Teng Yunxiao immediately began making his way through the familiar surroundings.
After all, he had visited this place before. Although a long time had passed since his last visit, the moment he returned, the memories buried deep in his mind began to surface one after another. The paths, the trees, and even the small streams seemed familiar to him.
