Mu Wan nodded, put away the pill furnace, and looked out of the tent.
Not far away, Shao Datian carefully pressed his head against the outside of the carriage, as if to hear if Cuicui was sleeping peacefully.
"I really envy them…"
Mu Wan lowered her head gently and whispered, "Although it's difficult to describe the joys and sorrows of mortals, they are real."
An indescribable sadness and joy.
After becoming a cultivator and embarking on the path of cultivation, the stronger the power one could control, the less sorrow and joy one would have.
"Sixth Brother saw through it back then." With a chuckle, Mu Wan looked at Han Muye. "Does Zhihu know that you've returned?"
Han Muye nodded. "She knows.
"That girl has experienced a lot of killing in the mystic realm. This is a good thing and a bad thing for her future cultivation. I hope she recuperates well in White Deer Mountain."
