On Xuanyang Peak.
Within that great courtyard brimming with immortal grace.
A dignified, handsome middle-aged man knelt respectfully on the ground, kowtowing to a young man and woman.
"Father, Mother, your son has finally come!"
He had left home in his youth, and only after tens of thousands of years had he returned to his parents. Even with the temperament Jiang Shennong had cultivated over all those years, tears streamed down his face.
Across from him, Xuanming was also in tears. She was happy, yet could not stop herself from crying.
She gently helped Jiang Shennong up from the ground and rubbed her son's head, laughing through her tears.
"Tens of thousands of years... my poor Nong'er has finally returned to my side."
For tens of thousands of years, Xuanming had missed two people: one was Jiang Yang, and the other was her Jiang Shennong.
Toward Shennong, she had always felt guilty, believing she had failed to fulfill her responsibilities as a mother.
Mother and son embraced and cried for a while before Jiang Shennong reluctantly left his mother's arms, walked up to Jiang Yang, and addressed him respectfully.
"Father."
Jiang Yang smiled and nodded, then said,
"We father and son only saw each other recently, so there's no need to act like a weepy little girl. Now that you've returned to the Immortal Realm, spend some proper time with your mother. At the same time, you must raise your cultivation quickly."
"Yes, Father."
Jiang Shennong answered.
Only then did Xuanming turn to Yuhuazi, who stood to one side.
The reserved yet hardworking boy of the past had now become a man of great cultivation.
She was deeply gratified. A small kindness back then had changed an ordinary boy's entire life.
Short, fragrant grass grew within the courtyard.
Yuhua stood