The next day, Fengyu walked to the edge of his field with Zimu in his arms.
Since they were neighbours, he naturally wouldn't need to go out and could talk with Ming and Ling through their formations.
He arrived at the edge in a few minutes and used his spiritual power to knock on their formation.
Soon, he saw Ming and Ling coming together.
Their faces were as youthful as they had been when he first saw them.
He didn't know how they achieved such a thing, since even cultivators would age over several years…
But he wasn't one to pry into the secrets of his friends, so he simply smiled, "You two, there was something I wanted to talk to you about. Do you want to come into my hut?"
"Sure, senior brother, what do you want to talk about?" Ling'er said right away and stepped out, Ming following a bit quietly, not saying much… not that this was unusual.
"You know my little duck, Silver Feather, right?"
"Hmm…" Ling'er tried to think of it.
