Half a month later.
They arrived at an immortal city. Its roads were exceptionally broad, its crowds bustling, with every kind of wares for sale—but voice-transmission artifacts were the most plentiful and particularly popular.
Chen Xun and the others had long returned to a state of seeming ordinary, their auras utterly unremarkable.
Riding his wooden cart, Chen Xun took his family through the vast sea of people, passing one shop after another.
Chen Xun and the others visited many old friends and senior elders.
There were Yun Jin and Luo Shuang.
They were still running an Immortal Pavilion. Its scale had now grown considerably, with its own immortal fields and supply channels. Many cultivators from the Primordial Forest's innate myriad races worked for the Immortal Pavilion.
The entire immortal city was filled with branch pavilions. New pill formulas emerged nearly every year, and they worked closely with the Five Aggregates Sect's pill shops. They were already preparing to expand their branches into another super immortal city.
As expected, the two had become Dao companions.
Yet they did not hold any grand wedding banquet. They had both come from ordinary cultivator backgrounds and had no need for ostentation. Still, Chen Xun and the others sent gifts of congratulations and held a small feast within the cave dwelling.
No matter what, the Immortal Realm was vast and the future long. Chen Xun only hoped that they would remain together for a long, long time.
Yun Jin was deeply moved and drank a great deal of wine, to the point that his voice choked up somewhat. He spoke of nothing else, only saying that his luck had been extraordinarily good—good enough for him to meet Chen Xun when he had been insignificant and weak.
He had once never quite understood why cultivators would