The Young Girl and the Ancestor

The Stone Gate slowly opened, and a surge of fresh Spiritual Energy poured out from behind it, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers and the scent of earth.

Li Chengjie followed behind Xuanqing and stepped through the Stone Gate. Before his eyes, everything suddenly opened up.

Behind the Stone Gate was not the Secret Chamber or cave residence he had imagined, but a hidden paradise beyond the world.

Blue sky, white clouds, Qingshan and clear waters, stretches of Spirit Fields, and a murmuring spirit spring. In the distance, several thatched cottages dotted the mountainside, cooking smoke curled upward, and the sounds of chickens and dogs carried faintly.

A clear little stream flowed out from the mountains. By the stream sat a young girl, holding a bamboo pole as she fished.

It was precisely the young girl he had met in the Great Yan Dynasty.

She Was Still fifteen or sixteen in appearance, wearing a Pale Green long dress, her long hair hanging behind her like a waterfall.

At this moment, she was barefoot, seated on a blue stone beside the stream. One end of the bamboo pole extended into the water, and her bearing was leisurely, as though she were an ordinary farm girl.

Xuanqing walked forward and cupped his hands respectfully. "Ancestor."

Without even turning her head, the young girl kept her eyes fixed on the float on the water and said faintly, "Xuanqing, Kid, I've met this Kid before. Why have you brought him here?"

Li Chengjie's Heart Trembled. This Kid referred to him. In the Ancestor's mouth, Xuanqing was "Xuanqing, Kid," and he was "this Kid."

He felt neither anger nor dissatisfaction. In the Cultivation World, strength was honored above all. The Ancestor's strength far exceeded the Deity Transformation peak, so it was only right for her