Ruo Qunshuang glanced at the two of them from outside the door. Seeing that they were still talking, she turned and left.
Pei Mo had seen it all and said seriously, "You even have a Dao companion now. Next, all that's left is to have a child, so don't go wading into that muddy water."
True enough, Li Lingbi was very powerful and possessed the highly ranked divine ability, River-Splitting Water-Dividing.
But in a place like the Central Region, there was no shortage of similar geniuses—there were even stronger ones.
There was no need to send a spirit farmer who only knew how to farm.
After all was said and done, he was not yet forty and still had oceans of time to squander.
What was more, a Wood Spirit Root naturally granted a longer lifespan than other Spiritual Roots, allowing him to live longer.
Xu Changqing grinned. "That's what I think too."
Pei Mo blinked. "Looks like I'll be heading to the Central Region again. Give me a hundred catties each of your Spirit Rice Wine and Yellow Rice Wine."
It was only a little wine, so Xu Changqing naturally did not mind. As he took it out, he solemnly said, "You must be careful."
The next day arrived.
Having learned that Zhu Fuxian had returned, Xu Changqing was so excited that he stayed awake all night. At daybreak, just as the sun rose, he left Red Maple Valley and headed straight for the depths of the Spirit Fields.
Along the way, he saw many familiar sights.
Especially the stone house and Stone Mountain where he had once lived.
Well, after all these years, someone had finally moved in.
It was a female disciple who looked sixteen or seventeen. Her appearance was unremarkable, and she was ordinary