The venerable ancestor Han Li, busy for half a month, looked upon the fertile land he had cultivated, his face revealing a contented smile. Plant the seeds in spring, and harvest the fruits in winter.
Though the circumstances at Tianxuan Mountain had been less than ideal for the venerable ancestor Han Li, life had been perfect since settling at Chengsheng Mountain.
After successfully imparting his teachings to his charming new wives, including Zhao Wanling and Zhuo Yanran, Han Li leisurely played with his beautiful spouses. His days as an immortal were growing happier by the day.
Every day, he would taste a variety of fruits, plant some flowers in his garden, play with his collection of Jade Stones, and occasionally indulge in some joyful games...
In the blink of an eye, another dozen days passed by.
