Under the eaves, the young swallows chirp and wait to be fed; by the river dike, the snow maple flutters and blossoms fall. The fragrance of flowers wafts in the wind, and the charming village, brimming with spiritual energy, equally overflows with the scent of the countryside. Everything is so vivid, and Xiao Chen feels as if he is in a dream, as if he were back in the small village on the banks of the Yellow River.
In the blink of an eye, two months had passed. Xiao Chen's body was slowly recovering. Although his vitality was severely depleted, the nine divine caves within him were still full of life essence. Although it didn't gush out, a trace of energy flowed out each day, nourishing his already aged organs. This maintained Xiao Chen's body in a very subtle balance.
