"Little Yanyan is here," Fei Lao said from midair, nodding towards Zhiyan in a black robe.
"Mm, just stopping by to see how Uncle Bai is doing," Zhiyan nodded and walked towards the sea of flowers behind the bamboo house.
The sea of flowers was shaped into a circle, more robust than three years ago; the rich fragrance of the flowers was pervasive, invigorating the spirit upon smelling it.
"His Soul Body is already in the process of forming; I believe it won't be long before it successfully coalesces," Fei Lao said with a smile, stroking his beard with one hand, his aged cheeks etched with a faint smile.
"Thanks to Miss and Fei Lao... Otherwise..." Tang Youyou looked at Zhiyan and Fei Lao with gratitude, her voice catching slightly. Three years ago, she signed a master-servant contract with Zhiyan, and this sea of flowers, where her husband's soul rested, had also been moved here. Since then, her life had been like a rebirth, filled each day with anticipation.
