"Yu Xuan, how is this Mortal Realm of the Gan Kingdom?" Chen Xun was the first to speak, breaking the strange silence.
"This is a patch of pure land you preserved. Naturally, it is incomparable."
Yu Xuan walked beside Chen Xun with her hands behind her back, looking far more relaxed. "But in truth, it is no different from the Mortal Realms of the Human Race across the various Heavenly Domains. People lived and worked in peace, enjoying their hundred-year lives."
She had seen much and found nothing particularly astonishing about the Mortal Realm of the Gan Kingdom. She merely knew that this place held extraordinary meaning for Chen Xun. All things were like this—meaning was bestowed by living beings, and there was no need for comparison.
Little Wuhen trailed behind them. He picked up a remarkably straight stick from the road and began playing with it on his own, swinging it now and then, utterly immersed in his own world.
Chen Xun gave a light cough, then changed the subject. "Why did you come in person this time? You could have sent a letter. Making you travel all this way truly leaves this Dao Ancestor feeling guilty."
"Hmph~" Yu Xuan shot Chen Xun a sidelong glance. "Keep spinning your tales. If I had not come myself, you old man could have sold wood carvings in this city until the day I passed away."
"Hahaha..." Chen Xun could not help laughing. "Yu Xuan, impossible! I only meant to spend more time with my son first, then pay a visit to the Jade Terrace Immortal Palace."
"How is he doing now?" Yu Xuan's expression darkened. She knew when to be serious and had not joked once about Little Wuhen's affairs. After all, she was not You Yuan.
"He is doing very