Bai Feng's goals

Bai Feng's melancholic mood infected Mo Pian as well for some reason, as he felt just a little bit exhausted with a tinge of wanting to do nothing for a while, seemingly as if he didn't have any goal.

Bai Feng sighed as he looked at the drifting clouds through the moving leaves at the top of the tree. A small ray of light went through the gap of the leaves, only for the leaves to move and cover it a split second later.

Mo Pian didn't lean on the tree and sit down like Bai Feng was doing as he was keeping a hand on the tree while he looked at the day sky, which was filled with fluffy clouds- did Bai Feng really didn't have any goal that he could call his own? 

He could understand what Bai Feng was going through, somewhat. As he didn't use to have a goal for quite a long time, but it didn't affect him that much. Back then, he was still drifting through life, and he didn't care much about that aspect of it. Especially because he wasn't a cultivator back then.<

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