Not far behind the three people was an immortal town reminiscent of a paradise.
For the powerful, improving their living environment was no difficult feat.
In this immortal town, there were no noisy carriages, bustling crowds, pavilions, delicate stone bridges—it had everything, a complete set of gardens.
Madam Tong, Song An, and others each had their own residences in this town, and aside from them, there were Song Cheng's grandchildren, many of whom had already started their own families.
The path of cultivation was exceedingly long, and only by maintaining one's former life could one prevent their psyche from collapsing.
At that moment, Madam Tong looked towards the Blue Sea, sensing the changes there, reminiscing about the man's appearance in her memories, and a nameless emotion welled up in her heart—it truly was like clouds and dogs passing by, life is but a dream... Back when she was still in Tang River Village, she had never imagined today.