Yin Meng picked up a fertilizer bag, but fortunately, she knew Xiao Yuan was having breakfast, so she didn't open it.
"Quite a refined interest."
"There are indeed quite a lot of snakes in Nantong, easy to catch, but mostly water snakes, not as venomous as the ones from my homeland in the mountains."
"Do you want to go home?"
"Not really, I don't have any family left there."
"Not entirely."
That Yin Changsheng, probably still alive, but likely not in an immortal state.
Or rather, from an ancient perspective, that state isn't much different from being an immortal.
That ethereal immortal concept is something that has developed over generations of artistic refining.
"As for my ancestral land, to be honest, I do want to see it, at least to go there and pay respects to my grandfather."
If Yin Meng wanted to go home to honor her ancestors now, she wouldn't even know where the graves are.
"I will go, and it won't be too long."
Li Zhiyuan finished his breakfast.
