Tian Qing

"You... you have already become an immortal now, and we..."

At this moment, Qingling had finally finished venting. She wiped the tears from her face and looked at Ye Lin before her, her heart aching with unbearable sorrow.

The person she had missed day and night for so long had finally come, but she... she no longer had any chance at all.

She was now withered and aged, and in a few decades, she would be buried in the earth.

And what about Ye Lin? Decades had passed, yet his appearance remained the same. Even after another few decades, centuries, or millennia, he would still look exactly as he did now.

"It's alright. Aren't you living quite well now? I came this time to make it up to you both."

Ye Lin gently patted Qingling's back and said softly.

"Make it up to us... what could you possibly use to make it up to us?"

Qingling looked at Ye Lin, her eyes red and swollen from crying, staring fixedly at him.

"Qingling, why have you been looking for the child for so long? The food has gone cold. We still need to harvest the wheat this afternoon; otherwise, if a rainstorm hits tonight, everything will be ruined."

Just then, a rural old man wearing a straw hat and with a face full of stubble walked toward them.

"Damn it, who is that? How dare you hold my wife? Let her go!"

Seeing his beloved wife being held by a strange man, the old man was instantly enraged. He bent down to look around, finally grabbing a stone and charging toward them.

But upon reaching Ye Lin and seeing his face, the old man suddenly froze, his hand holding the stone stopping in mid-air.

"Ye... Brother Ye."

The old man's expression