At Starfall Pavilion, Xiao Yan, who rarely had any free time of his own, was spending this peaceful stretch of time with his wives and children. Not far away, Yao Chen and Feng Xian sat at a stone table, as relaxed as ever.
"Yao Chen, Yao Chen."
Feng Xian received no response after calling twice in a row. She frowned slightly and looked at Yao Chen, who was gazing at Xiao Yan in a daze from across the table, then raised her voice a little.
"Yao Chen!"
"Hmm?" Only then did Yao Chen react. She turned to look at her friend in confusion. "Feng Xian, what is it?"
"Nothing. You just seem rather spacey today."
Feng Xian raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at this friend who seemed somehow unlike herself, feeling utterly helpless inside.
If one had to name the person who had spent the longest time with Yao Chen in this world, it would undoubtedly be Feng Xian. The two people had supported one another all the way from the Dou Ling realm into the venerable realm. Their friendship could no longer be described merely as deep.
It was precisely because of this that Feng Xian found Yao Chen's current personality even harder to adjust to than Xiao Yan did.
"Hah... as expected, I still can't get used to it."
Feng Xian let out a deep sigh and murmured those words. Yao Chen heard her, but her face showed nothing as she simply looked at Feng Xian and asked softly.
"Feng Xian, which do you prefer? The me from before, or the me now?"
"Of course the old one. Just talking to you now makes my whole body feel uncomfortable."
Feng Xian answered without the slightest hesitation, and Yao Chen was not at all surprised by that