Dusk deepened.
Marquis Dongling's Residence.
The front courtyard.
Gathered around the chest of immortal-woven fabric, Lü Yi and Zhong Ling could not help exclaiming in wonder.
Their fingers gently brushed the fabric, as fine and smooth as water, and their eyes brimmed with delight.
Liu Wanwan set Little Doubao down, then bent to select a bolt with the faintest cloud patterns and softest colors. Holding it against Little Doubao, she smiled. "We'll make our Little Doubao a little dress from this one. It'll look lovely."
"Yay! Yay!!" Little Doubao hugged the fabric, her eyes lighting up as she bounced on the spot.
Watching them, Jiang Ning felt a trace of warmth rise in his heart.
He turned to Jiang Li. "Big brother, count the gold and gold notes tomorrow. Keep some for the household expenses. I'll need to use the rest."
Jiang Li nodded without asking further questions. "All right. Leave it to me."
As night deepened, the residence blazed with lamplight, and the aroma of food and wine filled the air.
The family sat around the table, trading toasts amid endless laughter and conversation.
Watching the scene before him, Jiang Ning felt the heavy stone in his heart grow a little lighter.
But he knew this peace was only temporary.
He had seen the Martial Saint himself. Now all vitality had left him, his allotted lifespan was nearing its end, and the day of his passing drew ever closer.
Once he passed away, the true moment that would decide their survival would arrive.
Jiang Ning knew full well that many people would want to strike at him.
This world was far, far too small.
With the Primordial Spirit Immortal realm he had now attained.
Crossing Great Xia from north to south took no more than a moment.
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