The silent Mount Tai Xu had welcomed back its original owner.
The door to Floating Clouds Temple opened. The floors, beds, and other simple decorations inside were all spotless, which surprised Chiyuan somewhat.
"Was that guy really this good at tidying rooms?"
Even the things Shennong and Xuanyuan had messed up after coming there had been neatly put away, making Feng Chen seem rather different from his personality of wishing he could sleep until the world was destroyed. Of course, avoiding trouble was one thing. If Feng Chen truly wanted to do something, he would do it perfectly—there was no need to doubt that.
"You're back..."
Chiyuan looked at the painting hanging on the wall, feeling somewhat nostalgic.
The stigmata on the back of her hand began reacting faintly—
"What is this?!"
Originally, there had only been Nuwa's and Fuxi's stigmata on the back of Chiyuan's hand. Now, however, a greatsword-shaped stigma had appeared. The familiar aura coming from it immediately made Chiyuan realize who its owner was.
"Even at the very end, you didn't forget to give me your stigma... What an idiot."
Chiyuan's strength was already immense, so one additional stigma could not affect her much. But this was Xuanyuan's stigma. Whether to Chiyuan or Feng Chen, it held a special meaning.
"She was only a girl who knew how to eat at first, yet in the end, she became a legend on the land of the Divine Land—"
"That's why humans are so interesting, right?"
Apart from Feng Chen, no one else would dare lean against the doorframe while saying something like that. Anyone else would have already been thrown into Feather of the Crossing by Chiyuan to suffer.
Only Feng Chen could get away with it. After knowing him for tens of thousands of years, Chiyuan