Qingshan Town, Ye Family Bookstore!
The two arrived at the end of the town's main street.
At a glance, Ye Fan saw the familiar bookstore from his memories.
Immediately after.
He looked at Murong Wanwan beside him, a trace of excitement in his eyes, and said:
"Wife, we're home!"
As he spoke.
Ye Fan took out the shop key he had stored at the Ma Residence, stepped forward, and worked the copper lock.
As Murong Wanwan gazed at the old storefront before her, a flicker of heartache unintentionally surfaced in her eyes.
Though she still stood outside the bookstore, everything within it—even the rooms in the rear courtyard—lay within the reach of her divine sense.
"Ah..."
"My husband has truly suffered!"
"He actually spent decades in a town where Spirit Energy was so thin."
"And under such humble conditions, too."
"With no one to look after him, he sat alone through so many years."
At that moment, Murong Wanwan felt utterly heartsick.
For she knew that in a place with Spirit Energy this sparse, one could not meditate and cultivate.
Naturally, it was nothing like a Cave Mansion in Immortal Alliance City, where a single session of closed-door meditation could last decades in the blink of an eye.
One would not notice time slipping away at all.
Thus, she understood just how tormenting the past several decades had been for her husband, who could do nothing in the mortal world.
Just as Murong Wanwan's thoughts drifted...
Ye Fan, having opened the bookstore door, looked back at his wife standing where she was and immediately called out:
"Wife, come in quickly!"
"Those boys should be bringing the food over soon!"
At that, Ye Fan paused before adding:
"Oh, right. Wife, I'll give you the silver we have at home later. When