There were still no unnecessary words between them; the two understood each other without saying anything.
The two long-lost friends sat down to dinner by the campfire.
Ning Zheng glanced at the painter's wife and suddenly said, "You hid it well. Who would have thought your wife was Jiumu Esteemed Immortal, and your daughter was Jiumu Qing?"
The painter smiled, a trace of reminiscence showing in his eyes. "She was with me back in the Nine Provinces era. We were both merely reincarnations."
That was another very long story.
During the era of the Prehistoric River of Time, the boy Xian and Jiumu Esteemed Immortal, who was obsessed with seeking out prodigies, had once shared a history of love and mutual destruction.
After their deaths, their reincarnations became entangled in love and grievance all the way into the future during the process of "descending into the mortal world."
But they were no longer the people they had been in their previous lives. The painter was not Xian from his former life, and his wife was not the ancient Jiumu Esteemed Immortal.
Still, Jiumu Esteemed Immortal had once again gained a well-behaved, wonderful daughter.
That daughter received the parental love Jiumu Qing in every time and space had longed for all her life, and enjoyed a happy, carefree childhood.
The two of them were quite loving in their daily lives. In fact, during the history of the Nine Provinces, they had both descended to the Lower Realm. One of them had relied on her talent to become Mother of No Life and establish the Longevity Dynasty.
Listening to these rather explosive stories, Ning Zheng could only marvel at how deeply the painter and Xian had hidden their love story.
"It isn't just me. That Holy Spirit fellow didn't die, either. He