In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
Roosters crowed at the village beneath the mountain, and the morning sun rose.
Yi Feng opened his eyes, pushed open the door, and stretched as he welcomed a new day.
"Ha..."
After letting out one last satisfying yawn, he breathed in the fresh morning air, feeling brimming with energy.
He had been run ragged these past days trying to die, and rarely had the chance to relax like this.
Bathed in the morning sunlight as he walked through the little farmhouse courtyard, he felt as though he had returned to those leisurely days of old—so familiar, yet so nostalgic.
Without realizing it, Yi Feng's mood eased considerably.
He smiled and looked around.
The door opposite him stood wide open. The old man had clearly risen long ago.
After looking around, he finally saw the old man bustling in and out several times, full of vigor. He seemed uninjured and was no longer acting crazed.
Yi Feng was relieved.
As he loosened his muscles and bones, he began wandering around the courtyard.
After staying here for several days, he had gradually become familiar with the farmhouse courtyard. He leisurely sat beside the stone table, admiring the flowers in the morning light while listening to the sounds of the village.
Roosters crowed, sparrows chirped with delight, and laughter carried far into the distance.
In such surroundings, all his troubles were temporarily cast behind his mind. A patch of roses in the courtyard stood ready to bloom, looking as though they were waiting for him to pluck them.
At the sight of such beauty, Yi Feng's spirits rose.
Though the old man could be strange at times, he did have some taste. He knew to plant flowers and grass—roses, no less. It made