"Fairy, I'll be more careful next time..." He had only just come to his senses, but the man and woman had already gone far away, vanishing into the sea of people.
Watching the candied hawthorn vendor disappear back into the crowd, Luo Yan murmured enviously, "A hundred years of life, gone in a hurry. Sometimes that's a kind of happiness too. No melancholy, no fear."
Ye Nannan ate her candied hawthorns and sighed with the same feeling. "Yes! If Older Brother and I hadn't started cultivating, we would have lived ordinary lives like that too."
Then her tone changed. "Actually, cultivating was good too. At least it let Older Brother and me grow up happily instead of living such miserable lives! Of course, the most important thing was that it let us meet you, Brother Luo Yan!"
After Ye Ping left, Luo Yan became the one she held in her heart.
Wherever Luo Yan was, that was home, just like that little courtyard, where a family of three seemed to live.
Spring passed and autumn came, cold and heat taking turns.
Luo Yan had completely perfected his own methods, and his strength in the True Immortal Realm had risen once again. This was undoubtedly terrifying: raising his strength another level in a mere hundred years, all thanks to his profound foundations.
Another spring came, and Ye Nannan entered the Quasi-Emperor realm. Her cultivation was progressing faster and faster.
Others cultivated quickly at first, then slowed down later.
She was precisely the opposite. When she first began cultivating, her aptitude had been mediocre, no different from an ordinary person's.
But as the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art grew ever more complete, Ye Nannan's cultivation soared like a rocket. Even when she subconsciously held back her cultivation speed, she would always break through