Another month.
The situation in Zhao Family Market had basically stabilized, and Yu Xian decisively returned to Zhao's Valley to lay low.
Recently, because of matters in the workshop, he had neglected quite a bit of his daily cultivation.
Zhao's Valley, Ancestral Mansion.
Yu Xian woke up drowsily on a luxurious bed and saw that it was late in the morning outside the window. He couldn't help but rub his waist, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"This is the life I want."
"Work? Heh, I will never work in this life."
He casually put on some clothes, yawned, and got out of bed. Staggering, he walked outside and opened the door. The wind blowing from outside carried a hint of coolness.
In the blink of an eye, summer passed and autumn arrived, marking another year.
"The immortals in the mountains are good, and time knows no years."
Upon calculating, Yu Xian found that he had actually stepped into his forties.
