"Granny Meng."
Luo Hongyi nodded after hearing this.
But Li Tiezhu, sitting beside her, was nowhere near as calm.
What the hell!?
Meng... Meng...
Granny Meng?!
Old Lady Meng!?
Holy fucking shit!!!
Was this the legendary Orthodox God of the Underworld who governed the waters of the Forgotten River!?
As he stared at the kindly old woman before him, his brain crashed completely.
There was a terrifying difference in the flow of time inside and outside the River Chart World.
Wang Yan was famously filial to begin with. Naturally, he could never hide inside to cultivate while leaving his mother, who had no cultivation whatsoever, outside to grow old and die alone.
Besides, his master had said back then that this was a world independent of the Myriad Heavens. Not only was it absolutely safe, but its Spiritual Energy was gentle and abundant; just a few breaths could prolong an ordinary mortal's life.
So, as soon as Wang Yan entered, he built a thatched cottage in this valley and brought his mother over to settle beside him.
And Li Tiezhu?
He was never one to endure loneliness, so he simply built himself a nest next door to Wang Yan and became neighbors with the mother and son.
Once Wang Yan's mother learned that he was her son's "Eldest Senior Brother," she cared for him in every possible way, too.
Li Tiezhu had no family in this world to begin with, and had struggled every step of the way since transmigrating here. When had he ever experienced what it felt like to have someone care about him like this?
Every time he finished cultivating, the old woman would bring him a steaming bowl of egg noodles.
"Tiezhu, cultivation is all well and good, but you mustn't wear your body out. Come,