After a bit of small talk, Fang Qingyuan followed Jiang Kui to the summit of Yuanling Mountain. The three small, thatched cottages that had once stood there remained largely unchanged.
Although it had only been about a decade, both of them felt a sense of nostalgia, a feeling that while the place was the same, the people were not. They entered Jiang Kui's courtyard and sat down. With a wave of her hand, Jiang Kui produced all sorts of delicacies from her storage bag and laid them out on the round courtyard table.
"Senior Brother Qingyuan? You're finally back."
Zhang Yuan hurried over from the adjacent courtyard. He had just finished meditating when a servant informed him that Fang Qingyuan had returned. Without even taking a moment to tidy up, he rushed over.
