Master Meng patted Zheng Zetian on the shoulder and encouraged him a couple more times to work hard, study diligently, and not let down the expectations of his sect, then rode the clouds and left.
Zheng Zetian stood on the walkway, watching Master Meng fly away, then gazed far into the water. He watched many large golden-scaled carp swim through the waters below, the fish school resembling a golden dragon encircling the immortal mountain. In the distant seas of clouds and swirling mist, he could faintly see a dazzling array of colorful lights, brilliant illusions, from the celestial trading boats and ships not far from Tianyu Mountain. For a moment, he felt as if he were in a dream.
Is this his new home...?
