Ink Dragon and the Fat Daoist

A moment later, Chen Fan emerged from the peach grove. Qin Xian'er and Mu Yunshui were both seated outside the little wooden cottage, chatting about something unknown. They covered their mouths as they smiled, watching little Chen Yi play with Little Golden Monkey.

The moment they saw Chen Fan emerge from the peach grove, they both froze briefly before delight filled their faces.

Before they could even rise, Chen Fan took a single step, and his figure abruptly appeared before the little wooden cottage. He was so fast it was practically teleportation.

"Chen Fan, you've recovered?" Qin Xian'er asked in surprise. She had thought it would take Chen Fan at least several more years to finish cultivating all the Great Daos. Yet in only four years, he had returned to his peak, and even his aura was a trace stronger than before.

"Father." Little Chen Yi was equally astonished. Ever since he had run out of the peach grove back then, he had never been able to find Chen Fan within it again. He had no way to break the Concealment Array, and Mu Yunshui would not allow him to disturb Chen Fan. She had confined him, forbidding him from going near the peach grove.

The little fellow had waited bitterly for years, and now that he finally saw Chen Fan again, he was naturally overjoyed. He raced over and threw himself into Chen Fan's arms, claiming the place that had originally belonged to Qin Xian'er and Mu Yunshui.

Chen Fan rubbed little Chen Yi's head. Seeing how much taller his son had grown over the years, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I've fully recovered from my injuries. However, two seniors have come to visit, so I'll head out first and receive them," Chen Fan said to Qin