"Yu Xuan, how is the mortal world of the Qian Kingdom?" Chen Xun spoke first, breaking the eerie silence.
"This is a pure land you preserved. Naturally, it is incomparable."
Yu Xuan walked shoulder to shoulder with Chen Xun, her hands clasped behind her back. Her expression had relaxed considerably. "But in truth, it is no different from the mortal realms of the various great heavenly domains. People live and work in peace, enjoying their hundred years of life."
She had seen much and found nothing particularly astonishing about the mortal world of the Qian Kingdom. She merely knew that this place held extraordinary meaning for Chen Xun. All things were like this to begin with—meaning was bestowed by living beings and needed no comparison.
Little Wuhen followed behind them. He picked up a rather straight wooden staff from the road and began playing with it on his own, swinging it from time to time, immersed in his own world and unable to pull himself free.
Chen Xun gave a light cough and changed the subject. "Why did you come here in person this time? You could have sent a letter. Making you travel all this way, This Dao Ancestor truly feels bad about it."
"Hmph~" Yu Xuan shot Chen Xun a glance. "Keep spinning your tales. If I hadn't come myself, would you have kept selling wood carvings in this city until I sat in meditation and passed away?"
"Haha..." Chen Xun could not help laughing. "Yu Xuan, absolutely not! I was simply thinking of spending more time with my son before visiting the Jade Terrace Immortal Palace."
"How is he doing now?" Yu Xuan's expression sank. She knew when to be serious and did not joke even once about Little Wuhen, for she was not You Yuan.
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