Little Chen Yi

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a small golden figure flashed past Chen Fan's eyes. Little Golden Monkey had come out to steal peaches again. It was autumn, the season when peach trees bore fruit. Seeing Chen Fan awake, Little Golden Monkey was startled as well.

"You're actually awake? Did I wake you up? That shouldn't be possible. A few months ago, your whole body was on fire. When I threw peach pits at you, they were burned straight to ashes by the flames." Little Golden Monkey scratched his head and spoke in utter confusion.

Over the past year or so, Little Golden Monkey, Bald Bird, and the others had watched Chen Fan turn from a stone man into a golden man, then transform into a lake, then become a wooden man, and finally burst into flames all over. Only recently had he returned to his true form.

Chen Fan's awakening had truly given Little Golden Monkey a fright. It was clear the little fellow had not thrown few peach pits at him in the past.

"I merely emerged from seclusion. You didn't wake me," Chen Fan said with a faint smile.

"That's good, then. I'm going to find peaches to eat. Do you want any?" Only then did Little Golden Monkey nod, grinning foolishly.

Chen Fan shook his head slightly. "I won't have any. Little Monkey, is everyone all right?"

A trace of unease lingered in his heart. He feared that while he had been comprehending the Dao, the master of the Immortal Palace might have come and taken Mu Yunshui and his child away.

Little Golden Monkey shook his head in confusion. "Everyone's here. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just afraid trouble will come before long." Only then did Chen Fan let out a breath of relief, the weight in his heart