Brother Lee and his wife quickly adapted to the life in Zhao Family's Market.
Low-level independent cultivators were like wild grasses, with excellent adaptability, they could thrive anywhere.
Furthermore, as outstanding figures among them, they were also receiving care from Yu Xian.
Yu Xian was also gradually getting used to his current life.
Daily Cultivation, comprehending demonic techniques, improving professional skills, fishing by the poolside, making wine under the tree, having tea in the workshop, training concubines...
The days went by leisurely and happily.
In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
Zhao's Valley, the Ancestral Mansion.
Yu Xian was reclining under a peach blossom tree, holding a wine gourd, swaying about, taking a sip from time to time.
In the open space in front of him,
Two graceful young girls were dancing, revealing their slender white legs beneath their white skirts, their ribbons fluttering and wrapping around their beautiful figures.
