Chen Mobai extended his hand and with Yi Wood Divine Thunder, he condensed a drop of Spiritual Liquid, letting it fall onto the soil, and soon the Zi Luo Flower blossomed with life.
Seeing this scene, Shi Wanyu's lips broke into a smile.
She was someone easily satisfied; just this kind of companionship made her feel happy.
Day by day passed, and Chen Mobai rarely advanced his cultivation to the second level; he spent all his time accompanying Shi Wanyu.
The couple enjoyed flowers together, reminisced about weeding together, and planned what to eat next time their daughter returned home.
Such plain yet fulfilling days passed in the blink of an eye, two years gone.
That day finally arrived.
On this day, Chen Mobai was in the courtyard, watering a light purple Fresh Flower, when suddenly his hand froze.
He turned his head to see Shi Wanyu, sitting on the reclining chair, the last spark of life beginning to extinguish.
She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
