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“T-Too fast, Master... Slow down a little, I, I can't take it anymore~”

Chen Changsheng: “?”

Miao Miao's delicate voice lingered in the small forest, silencing men and blushing the cheeks of women who heard it.

“My speed is actually not fast; it's executed according to your Qi Refining Stage Three true energy.”

“Don't rely solely on Ground Shrinking Divine Steps, and don't frequently use Lingbo Illusory Shadow either. Combine the two. When facing a wide range of obstacles, then use Lingbo Illusory Shadow.”

“Imagine yourself as a leaf riding the wind, rising with the wind when encountering obstacles.”

Chen Changsheng instructed as he hurried on, his voice flowing into Miao Miao's ears, his figure flashing with afterimages, moving silently through the forest like a ghost.

The two traversed Moon Forest Domain, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers.

A familiar, bustling city gradually came into view, and Chen Changsheng's movements slowed down, a complex mix of emotions welling up in his heart.

Between the time spent traveling back and forth between the two domains and the seven years at the Moon Cutting Sect, he had been away from Wangjiang City for ten years.

Walking on the city streets filled with mortals, a sense of familiarity and strangeness washed over him.

The street was still the same street, but the surrounding shops and pedestrians had long been replaced batch after batch. Only a few old establishments remained, causing memories to flood his mind like a spring.

After strolling through the city for an hour, Chen Changsheng and Miao Miao arrived at the Wang Mansion courtyard.

Underneath the tall banyan tree sat a gentle and graceful woman, her movements light and slow as she perused the ancient book in her hands.

Several children were chasing and playing around her, their silvery laughter echoing around. They deliberately avoided the woman when playing, as if afraid of disturbing her, indicating her high status in the Wang Mansion.

Whoosh~

She didn't know how many times she had seen this scene in her dreams, but each time she woke up with a feeling of disappointment.

Chen Changsheng floated closer, inhaling the familiar fragrance from Madam Wang, gently brushing her hair, and said in a gentle tone, “It's me. I'm back.”

Only the real touch of his palm against her face brought Wang Jiayun back from her disbelief.

She trembled with excitement, tears welling up in her eyes, and she threw herself into Chen Changsheng's arms.

The surrounding children all wore astonished expressions, standing with Miao Miao and watching curiously.

…

Chen Changsheng returned to the Wangjiang Wang Mansion, but acquaintances had already passed away.

Even though it had only been ten years, the former head of the Wang family, Wang Qingyi, had passed away four years ago. The city-guarding general, Wang Qingjun, had passed away even earlier due to injuries, six years ago.

Although the limit of a mortal's lifespan could exceed a hundred years, only a few people actually lived to be a hundred.

Poor families passed away in their fifties or sixties, while wealthy families could live to their seventies or eighties, which was considered long-lived.

Now, the head of the Wang family was Wang Qingjun's grandson, and the most senior members of the clan were Wang Jiayun and Wang Lu, who was in the cultivation world.

Things change, and people die…

This was Chen Changsheng's greatest feeling upon returning, and it was also the first time he felt the passage of time, quietly changing the world.

“Young Master, this set of brocade clothing is a gift from me. Please accept it.”

Wang Jiayun was followed by two maids, who presented a set of luxurious purple-gold brocade clothing.

The robe was made of high-quality brocade, with a deep purple base adorned with golden patterns, like sparkling pearls in the starry sky. The collar and cuffs were outlined with gold thread, and delicate embroidery depicted intricate patterns and a true dragon design.

“Master, this set of clothes was sewn stitch by stitch by the Madam herself,” one of the maids whispered.

Chen Changsheng's expression froze. Had he reached the generation to be called 'Master'?

“Thank you, I like it very much.” He smiled and accepted the clothes, then returned to his room to put them on.

The material of the clothes felt smooth and comfortable, and Chen Changsheng's handsome face, set off by this brocade clothing, became noble and refined, like a charming young master from a wealthy family.

“It's good that you like it. I was worried it wouldn't fit,” Wang Jiayun said gently.

Miao Miao ran over with quick steps, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her master's new clothes. “Master looks so good! The clothes are so beautiful! Sister is a good person! I want a set of clothes too.”

Heh, she's learned to flatter first and then ask for things.

Madam Wang smiled gently and said softly, “Okay, but you have to promise me that you will stay by Master's side in the future, understand?”

The little girl nodded without understanding, her mind filled with images of wearing new clothes.

She didn't understand the hidden meaning in Wang Jiayun's words.

Only Chen Changsheng understood that Wang Jiayun regarded Miao Miao as her spiritual sustenance, hoping that Miao Miao could replace her companionship.

Wang Jiayun's appearance was no different from before, but her lifespan was constantly draining away. Her appearance wasn't aging, but her vitality was steadily declining.

Chen Changsheng's gaze became complicated. He stood with Wang Jiayun, quietly feeling the passage of time.

…

A month later.

Wang Jiayun personally sewed a purple-gold dress that matched Chen Changsheng's purple-gold brocade clothing particularly well.

Miao Miao was overjoyed after receiving the gift, calling 'Sister' sweetly, and Shangguan Ping pretended to be jealous, clamoring for her mother to sew a similar dress for her too.

Miao Miao didn't understand what Big Sister was doing. Then, she put on the dress and performed a beautiful dance for everyone.

However, she forgot the subsequent movements midway, causing everyone to laugh through their tears.

…

Ten years later.

Chen Changsheng's cultivation had broken through to Qi Refining Stage Nine, and Miao Miao had broken through to Qi Refining Stage Four.

Wang Jiayun's aura was noticeably weaker. She had to pant after taking a few steps, her voice had become very soft, and she would occasionally become mentally dazed.

Her favorite thing to do was to stare at Chen Changsheng's face, sometimes for an entire afternoon.

Chen Changsheng would accompany her every day, watching the scenery under the banyan tree. Even though the Wang Mansion's garden was unchanging, they never seemed to tire of watching it.

Shangguan Ping, who had stopped taking the youth-preserving pills, had some wrinkles on her face. Even she herself hadn't noticed that her waist was noticeably hunched when she walked.

Miao Miao had shed the immaturity of a young girl, gaining a bit more of a woman's charm, as well as a bit more of Madam Wang's gentle temperament.

Only the clarity in her beautiful eyes remained unchanged, still looking a little silly.

…

Spring passed, and autumn came. These peaceful days passed for several more years.

Wangjiang City seemed to have not changed, but it was changing imperceptibly.

This day at noon, the sun was bright.

A cool breeze dispelled the summer heat.

Chen Changsheng and Wang Jiayun lay on the chairs under the banyan tree, the rocking chair gently swaying, quietly enjoying the afternoon.

The passage of time seemed to become particularly slow at this moment.

Chen Changsheng, who was originally as usual, suddenly got up and walked to Wang Jiayun, grabbing her hand with a slight tremor in his eyes.

Wang Jiayun on the recliner slowly opened her eyes, smiled at Chen Changsheng, and said weakly, “Young Master, I can only… accompany you this far.”