Although Tianming planned to move the sun, he wouldn’t be moving too far, so it wouldn’t be difficult to come back and see his family. Apart from Ye Shaoqing, there was Qingyu’s grandma, Li Jingyu; the people from Vermilion Bird; the relatives in Wei Manor; Sage Chen; Mu Wan; the Vermilion Bird King, Jiang Cheng; and most importantly, Jiang Qingluan. They had already been prospering at Taiji Peak Lake.

They would definitely be the first batch to go to the sun.

Li Wudi went back to meet his mother. The reunion was filled with tears and snot, and with Qingyu present, the three generations were filled with tears.

“Alright, that’s enough. It’s great you didn’t die. Your mom is leaving first. I have a meeting with my dance friends. Don’t get in the way of my scheduled time to learn a new dance today.” Li Jingyu wiped away her tears before leaving with a smile.

What came next was a slow and dull migration.

Tianming’s circle of acquaintances, whether they were family or pretty big sisters,...