The night at the retirement home.
Zheng Fa sat in a chair, holding a teacup in his hand.
The tea was the Forget Machine Tea cultivated by the retirement home, which oddly matched Zheng Fa's current mood.
Recently, under the threat of the Demon Ancestor's descent in the Xuanwei Realm, Zheng Fa actually felt considerable pressure in his heart.
But now he was the leader of the Jiushan Realm, the linchpin of the Jiushan Sect from top to bottom, and he often had to bear this pressure alone, not revealing it to outsiders.
It was only in the retirement home that he could find a moment's ease.
The mountain breeze and the bright moon above, a river of stars overhead, surrounded by good teachers and beneficial friends.
His emotions also gradually relaxed without him noticing.
Old Man Bai was tilting his head and talking to Mrs. Tian, who had been amused and gently patted him.
Tang Lingwu lay back in her chair, stretching out her hand as if caressing the breeze.
