It's not easy being a Master

Extra 1

The festivals in the cultivation realm were actually similar to that of the ordinary world.

For example, today was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This should be an occasional for a happy, blissful celebration with the family.

However, Shen Zhixian was tired of the Qingyun Sect’s Mid-Autumn Festival activities and didn’t want to face the wild demons of the wasteland. He thought for a while and decided to go to the mortal world for some fun this year.

So Shen Zhixian took advantage of Yan Jin's inattention, left behind a note, and silently went to the mortal world alone.

There were only a few, concise words on the paper. Yan Jin glanced at it, frowned slightly, and then sighed helplessly.

Sui Xian ran away again.

This time, there was no clue left behind, and he wasn’t allowed to use spells or the contract to locate him.

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The festivals in the mortal world were usually much more lively than that of the cultivation realm. Immortals were obsessed with cultivation and focused less on the tricks that ordinary people come up with to have fun.

Yan Jin was walking on a crowded street, and there were a lot of people all around. Everyone was smiling, seeming quite happy. However, Yan Jin’s expression was calm, as if he was a stranger who could not integrate with this lively atmosphere.

He was used to being the odd one out.

Although Yan Jin was born in the cultivation realm, his childhood world had been humble and gray. When it came to lively and busy festivals like these, little Yan Jan often avoided them.

It wasn’t until later when he met Shen Zhixian that his life gradually gained light and color.

As for Shen Zhixian, when he was younger, he’d loved joining in on the fun. After his illness, he began to prefer quietness for various reasons. Now that he was with Yan Jin for a long time, and with everything going so well, his youthful spirit seemed to have gradually returned bit by bit.

Various sounds passed by Yan Jin's ears, but he was deaf to them. He only looked around calmly. After a while he saw a very lively place, and after a moment of silence, he walked decisively towards that side.

Shen Zhixian preferred the mountains and rivers. The place he chose was a water town beside the mountains. Yan Jin followed the rules and didn’t use any magic spells as he passed through the densely packed crowds. What came into view was a spacious river.

The starlit sky and the brilliant lights of the world was reflected in the water. A few pleasure boats floated among the colorful surface.

Shen Zhixian had shown him these pleasure boats a long time ago. However, what was causing tonight’s liveliness…didn’t appear to be these pleasure boats.

“Good!”

“Wonderful!”

“What a splendid view!”

It was hard to tell who was yelling with such excitement. Yan Jin looked at the particular small boat in the middle of the river. When he saw the man inside the boat, his forehead jerked happily.

The person sitting on that small boat had inky black hair and on his face rested a jade half-mask, only exposing a delicate chin. He was dressed in a plain white robe with a dark red coat draped loosely over his body, the sash unfastened. He sat in a lazy, languid posture, one long leg folded up while the other was concealed underneath the folds of his robe.