A Journey Through the Six Realms, You Never Left, and a Message Came from the Dao Ancestor

The plum blossoms bloomed, then fell. Clouds gathered and scattered on the horizon, just like the countless things that happened in the mortal world.

The white-haired woman stayed beneath the plum tree for three days, and Su Qiaomei spent those same three days telling her stories. She came early every day without telling the elders in her family what she was doing. After finishing a story, she would leave when dusk fell.

There seemed to be a deep, unfathomable emotion in the white-haired woman's eyes. Su Qiaomei was young, and in the end, she could not see it clearly or understand it. She only quietly hoped in her heart that hearing the stories might make the senior feel a little better. Each day, she went home and pored over books.

Sometimes a story took several hours to tell. The weather in the Human World was growing hotter by the day, and it was hard to avoid getting parched and hungry. The white-haired senior would pluck blossoms from the plum tree and brew tea, using water of unknown origin that tasted sweet and refreshing, making Su Qiaomei's spirits lift.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but even her breathing seemed smoother than usual.

When Su Qiaomei got hungry, the white-haired senior would give her a large, sweet peach. Peaches were not yet ripe at this time of year; most were small and green, sour and astringent. But these peaches were different. The Lingnan Su Family was a modestly famous cultivation family. They were not wealthy, but they certainly did not lack spiritual fruits.

Yet Su Qiaomei had never eaten fruit so delicious. Over the three days, she told the story of that great senior's youth and the three years that followed. She spoke of how he had fled there, alone and