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The courtyard fell silent for a long time.
Shen Feng did not speak anymore, waiting for Shen Anmin and the others to fully accept everything.
Time passed by, second by second.
About fifteen minutes later.
Zhang Xuezheng's eyes suddenly turned red; although all this was so incredible, she completely believed what Shen Feng had said.
Without a word, she pulled her son into her embrace; tears couldn't stop rolling down Zhang Xuezheng's face. She was not foolish, nor was she stupid.
If Shen Feng had really reached the Immortal Realm all those years ago, how difficult must it have been for him, a mere mortal, to survive in that world of cultivators?
It was as if she could imagine the hardships Shen Feng had endured. Zhang Xuezheng sobbed continuously and choked up, "Feng, will you stay with us on Earth from now on? We just want to see you safe and sound."
Shen Feng patted Zhang Xuezheng's back, comforting her, "Mom, don't cry."
