At noon, the blazing sun hung in the sky like molten gold, its light so fierce it seemed capable of scorching through the clouds, wrapping the entire Mo Yang Immortal City in a dry, sweltering halo.
A gentle breeze drifted over, carrying the bitter freshness of mountain grass and trees as it slowly brushed past the ancient trees lining both sides of the street.
The branches and leaves swayed lightly in the wind, sifting down scattered patches of light that flickered and shifted across the bluestone road. Accompanied by the rustling leaves, they became the only cool comfort in that scorching noon.
This was the noisiest hour in Mo Yang Immortal City. The cries of vendors, the haggling of customers, and cultivators' laughter and conversation mingled together before drifting far away on the wind.
Su Fan stood amid the crowd, a thin layer of sweat beading at his temples, yet his gaze remained fixed on several small figures bouncing along in front of him.
He had been wandering the streets for more than an hour—not because he was in the mood for leisure, but because several grandsons and granddaughters had pestered him until he could not get away.
Su Fan secretly laughed. These little fellows had grown up in the Su Family Old Residence and rarely got to visit the immortal city. Their eyes were filled with curiosity.
Ever since entering the city, they had been running around, looking left and right without pause, behaving exactly like country bumpkins entering the Grand View Garden. Not one of them was willing to settle down.
At that moment, the youngest granddaughter was riding on his neck, her soft little body pressed against his back. Her warm breath tickled his neck.
His left arm was also holding a slightly older child, whose little