Go Well, Go Well...

Still, a few little episodes occurred along the way. They took in a young disciple named Nie Yu to teach him medicine, and he even paid respects to their patriarch.

Unlike Chen Xun's casual guidance of Zhou Guangyi, they treated medical arts with utmost seriousness. Whether it was medical ethics or temperament, not the slightest flaw could be tolerated. Nie Yu had to be strictly disciplined.

Every day, Nie Yu received a mixed double beating from Chen Xun and Black Bull. He always went home crying his eyes out. But Chen Xun's prestige in the alley was now immense—the reclusive divine physician!

The Old Blind Man was not surprised in the least. Chen Xun was, after all, an immortal cultivator. His level of life differed from that of mortals, and his state of mind was even more detached, far beyond that of ordinary cultivators.

Twenty years passed like a white colt flashing through a crack. The wheel of time spared none of Twin Tree Alley's residents. Uncle Zhang, Auntie Wang, and other familiar elders departed one after another.

An atmosphere of grief shrouded the entire alley. The air was steeped in the heavy scent of sorrow and parting.

Twin Tree Alley grew dim and quiet. The old houses lining the streets looked worn and dilapidated beneath the ravages of time.

The window lattices had become incomplete, and the paint peeled from the walls, as though reflecting the residents' hearts, stripped of their former brilliance and vitality.

The once-lively streets and lanes had turned deserted. No more children's laughter echoed there, nor did neighbors exchange greetings.

Every old neighbor who passed away took with them a measure of warmth and a story, leaving behind only memories and endless longing.

Gray clouds filled the sky. Even the sun seemed to have