Luo Chuan moved extremely gently and carefully, avoiding all wounds on Luo Nian'an's body.
He picked the person up steadily, walked slowly back into the house step by step, and gently laid him flat on the clean bed.
The bed is clean and soft. He has not touched it for decades and has made it every day, always keeping it for those who return home.
After positioning Luo Nian'an's body, Luo Chuan's fingertips moved slightly and imperceptibly.
In the sleeves that no one saw, ancient elixirs that were all shiny, radiant, and of heaven-level quality quietly emerged, floating on the fingertips.
These are the peerless healing elixirs that are hard to find in all the worlds and fought over by the great emperors of the Immortal Realm. They are flesh and bones of both living and dead people. They can heal thousands of injuries and prolong life.
It was a treasure that he kept when he was at the peak of his cultivation. It had been gathering dust for countless years and had never been used.
Luo Chuan gently lifted his fingertips and gently put several warm elixirs into Luo Nian'an's chapped and pale mouth.
The elixir melts immediately in the mouth, turning into a powerful and moist pure medicine. It instantly flows through the limbs and bones, pours into the broken meridians, severely damages the decaying Dantian, gently repairs the severe injuries all over the body, and nourishes the exhausted and decaying body.
Then, he raised his hand and put it on the back of Luo Nian'an. A ray of gentle and pure vitality slowly came out of the seemingly ordinary palm.
The power is gentle and long-lasting, neither arrogant nor impetuous, carefully repairing his damaged origin and damaged foundation, stabilizing his vitality that is on the verge of collapse, and locking his life that is about to be extinguished.
The movements throughout the process were gentle and steady, neither hasty nor slow, and just the right amount of time. They not only quickly repaired fatal injuries and saved his life, but also did not damage the foundation of his immortal path that had been polished by hardships due to excessive force.
He kept his promise back then and never interfered with his practice and training. Even if he was being treated at this moment, he would still retain all his catastrophic experiences and only protect his life and heal his serious injuries.
Night falls slowly, covering the mountains and fields, and the stars and moon quietly rise into the sky, filling the small courtyard with clear light.
Luo Chuan stood by the bed quietly, staying awake all night and never leaving.
The old eyes fell on Luo Nian'an's haggard and pale face for a moment, their eyes were gentle and deep, hiding endless tolerance and heartache.
A night of silence, the power of the medicine slowly nourishes, and the vitality slowly revives.
In the eastern sky, the white fish belly emerges at dawn, and the morning light penetrates through the window lattice and falls into the house, dispelling the darkness of the night.
In the early morning, the sky is slightly bright.
On the bed, Luo Nian'an had been unconscious all night, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
I closed my eyes tightly all night and slowly opened them.
Chaos, fatigue, and blank eyes gradually regained clarity.
What you see upon entering are familiar roof beams, familiar furnishings, and the familiar faint scent of vegetation and tea.
This is the home that he thinks about day and night, and dreams about.
The most familiar and reassuring breath of my father lingered on the tip of my nose. It was gentle and steady, soothing all the evil spirits.
Luo Nian'an turned his head slightly and slowly focused his eyes.
The next second, an old, gentle and extremely familiar face quietly came into view.
His head is covered with snow-white silver hair, covering his shoulders, and there is no trace of black hair.
Her eyebrows are deep and gentle, but they are covered with deep wrinkles of time, showing her age, and she is no longer as handsome as she once was.
Forty years.
He left on the path to immortality, and the time spent in the immortal realm was only a blink of an eye for a cultivator of immortality.
But in the mortal world, and for the father who stayed in the small courtyard, it was a full forty years of sitting and waiting, forty years of vicissitudes, and forty years of black hair turning into white hair.
In an instant, the endless sourness, guilt and regret were like a tsunami, instantly washing away all the tenacity of Luo Nian'an.
Forty years!
He traveled through the Immortal Realm, pursued the great road, obsessed with reaching the peak, indulged in practice, fought and fought all the way, and climbed up step by step, but for forty years, he never returned home once, never said a greeting, and never fulfilled his filial piety!
He thought that the road to immortality was long and he would never stop practicing. When he became famous and returned from enlightenment, he would honor his father and repay the kindness of raising him.
But he never imagined that just forty years of mortal life would transform his gentle and elegant father into the gray-haired and aging old man he is now!
A moment in the fairyland and half a lifetime in the mortal world.
He is advancing step by step on the path to immortality, and his years are prosperous, but his father is growing old and withered in the mortal world.
Extreme guilt and self-blame instantly flooded his limbs and bones, causing severe pain in his heart, tight breathing, and his eyes instantly turned red. Hot tears rolled down without warning, soaking the pillow.
He struggled to sit up, but his body was still weak and limp. If he moved even a little, the wounds all over his body would be in unbearable pain.
He could only lie stiffly on the bed, looking at the old father in front of him, his voice was hoarse and broken, with endless choking, endless guilt, and endless regret, and he cried blood every word:
"Dad... I'm sorry..."
"Forty years... a whole forty years..."
"The child has not come home for a long time, leaving you alone to wait, leaving you lonely year after year..."
"It's Nian'an who's unfilial, it's the children who are unfilial!"
Tears flowed freely, Luo Nian'an fought his way to immortality with iron blood, and his eyes, which had never shed tears, were already filled with guilt and regret at this moment. They were filled with tears and were filled with unspeakable grief.
Forty years of glory on the immortal journey, thousands of cultivation realms, and illustrious reputation in the immortal domain, all became worthless at this moment.
He has won thousands of immortal paths, he has carved a path forward, and he has reached heavenly cultivation, but only he owes the person who loves him the most in the world, the waiting and tenderness of this mortal world for forty years.
Beside the bed, Luo Chuan stood quietly leaning over.
Looking at the child with tears streaming down his face, guilt and self-blame, there was no trace of blame or resentment in his eyes.
Only as always, tolerant of all kinds of tenderness.
Luo Chuan raised his right hand slightly, and gently wiped away the hot tears on Luo Nian'an's cheek with his old and warm palm. His movements were as gentle as before, exactly the same as forty years ago.
The morning light filled his silver-haired eyebrows, softening the years, the vicissitudes of life, and the scars of wind and rain all over Luo Nian'an's body.
Luo Chuan spoke softly, with a gentle and hoarse voice. After forty years of travel and dust, it was still the calmest and warmest voice in Luo Nian'an's memory. "It'll be nice to come back."
"When you return safely, you will be better than anything else in the world."
Luo Nian'an bit her lip tightly, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes to the ground, and said, "Dad... why have you become so old?"
"Time flies. In forty years, anyone will grow old."
Luo Chuan smiled and patted Luo Nian'an on the shoulder and asked, "What happened? Why were you injured?"
When he mentioned his injury, a painful expression appeared on Luo Nian'an's face. He clenched the water cup in his hand and said, "Dad...Pill Sun Sect is gone... and my master Dan Quezi... is also dead."
Hearing Nian'an's words, Luo Chuan also sighed. After all, in the world of cultivation, the destruction of sects is just a common occurrence.