After setting up the array, Mu Chen stayed in the Northern Spiritual Realm for half a month.
During that time, he helped Mu Feng handle some of the domain's affairs and occasionally shared a few drinks with Tang Qian'er's father, Domain Lord Tang Shan.
More often, he took Luo Li strolling through the familiar mountains and rivers of the Mu Domain, telling her amusing stories from his childhood.
Luo Li always listened quietly, her glass-clear eyes reflecting his profile as he spoke, her lips occasionally curving into a faint smile.
She loved hearing these stories, loved piecing together a more complete picture of Mu Chen through these fragments of his past.
Wen Qingxuan spent most of her time in the guest room or cultivating alone in the rear courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.
Proud by nature, she did not wish to involve herself too much in Mu Chen's family affairs or his reunions with old friends, yet she never suggested leaving ahead of them.
Occasionally, when Mu Chen and Luo Li went out, she would silently follow. Her red dress fluttered in the country breeze, out of place amid the pastoral scenery, yet forming a distinctive scene of its own.
Tang Qian'er, meanwhile, completely let herself go, dragging Luo Li and Wen Qingxuan through every street and alley in Mu City and sampling every delicious stall she remembered.
Her laughter rang clear, like a little sparrow that had finally returned to the woods.
Luo Li let herself be led along. Wen Qingxuan was somewhat awkward at first, but eventually accepted it, though her expression remained reserved.
Amid this leisurely ease, Mu Chen's cultivation naturally broke through from second grade supreme to third grade supreme.
All one could say was that with talent like his, he could do as he