But the Cultivation Realm was different. With techniques to preserve one's youthful looks, Wen Xu had scarcely seen anyone with a beard, apart from men as abundantly hairy as Chen Zui. Even his master had never made a habit of growing one.
A Mu was visibly moved. "You really do remember. But your eyes..."
Wen Xu chose his words carefully. A Mu was a grown man, yet he was already crying like this. If Wen Xu told him outright that he was blind, the tears might never stop. "I suffered some injuries and was delayed on my way back. My eyes are rather sensitive to light now, so I keep them covered. It's nothing serious."
A Mu believed him without question. Only then did he notice the two people beside Wen Xu, one of whom was far more powerfully built than he was. "And these two are...?"
"Oh, they're..." Wen Xu had been about to say "friends," but given his circumstances, he changed his answer. "They saved my life. If not for them, I would have died long ago."
"So they're your benefactors! Honored benefactors, Master Wen, it's getting late. Why not make do at my house tonight and visit the Wen residence tomorrow..."
Wen Xu had meant to decline, but A Mu was so warm and welcoming. Knowing how A Mu had looked after things for the past nine years, he could hardly refuse. Besides, he had already waited nine years. Another day or two would make no difference.
A Mu was truly overjoyed. He wiped the tears from his face and was about to have someone tear down the grave nearby. He had thought from the start that they should not erect an empty tomb, but the village elders had said that without a grave, Master Wen would