Wang Qinghe and Yue looked ahead clearly. After descending the hilly mountain where the Baisheng Sect was located, Wang Qinghe finally found a small village.
The village only had around eighty houses.
If each house was occupied by four people consisting of a father, mother, and two children, then the total population of the village was only around three hundred and twenty people.
The number was surprisingly small, especially since Wang Qinghe could see that the village was surrounded by fertile land, farming fields, and terrain that was not too extreme.
"Is that the place?" Yue asked.
"Yes... that's the village."
Wang Qinghe turned his head slightly and glanced at Yue with a probing gaze. "I'm going to become a mortal again and live like an ordinary mortal."
"I'll do it alone. So, if you don't mind, you can stay inside my dantian and wait there."
Yue fell silent for a moment. Her hand slowly rose and brushed against Wang Qinghe's cheek.
