Journey Well, Journey Well...

But there had been a few small episodes along the way. He took in a young disciple named Nie Yu and taught him medical skills; Nie Yu had even paid respects to him as Patriarch.

Unlike Chen Xun's casual guidance of Zhou Guang Yi, he was exceedingly strict about medical skills. Whether it was medical ethics or one's character, there could not be the slightest flaw. Nie Yu had to be rigorously disciplined.

Every day, Nie Yu was double-teamed by Chen Xun and Big Black Ox, and whenever he returned home, he was a weeping mess. Yet Chen Xun's prestige in the alley was now immense—a divine physician living in seclusion!

Old Blind Man was not particularly surprised. Chen Xun was, after all, an immortal cultivator. The level of his life was different from that of mortals, and his state of mind was even more transcendent—far beyond that of ordinary immortal cultivators.

Twenty years passed like a white colt flashing through a crack. Time's cycle spared none of Double Tree Alley's residents. Uncle Zhang, Aunt Wang, and other familiar elders departed one after another.

An atmosphere of grief enveloped the entire alley, the air permeated with the heavy scent of sorrow and farewells.

Double Tree Alley became dim and silent. The old houses lining both sides of the street looked worn and decayed beneath the ravages of time.

The window lattices were incomplete, the paint on the walls had peeled away, as though reflecting the residents' state of mind, stripped of their former brilliance and vitality.

The streets and alleys that had once bustled with life had become deserted. No longer were there children's laughter or neighbors' greetings.

Every old neighbor who passed away took a share of warmth and stories with them, leaving behind only memories and endless