After a separation of ten years, seeing the towering Immortal City again, Li Ji'an still felt a sense of awe.
At the city gate, right after the registration was completed, Zhao Shuyao had already walked over.
Now eighty-four years old, Zhao Shuyao had the appearance of a kind old grandmother, with a head full of silver hair and a warm smile.
"Xiaofan, it's good that you've arrived safely, just good."
"Aunt Yao."
During these ten years, they had maintained contact, mostly with Zhao Shuyao's concern.
In a way, among the five who came here from the Immortal Dynasty, only Li Ji'an's descendants were seen as the true heir and continuation by them.
Zhao Shuyao had never married or had children, Zhang Tiezhu's child took the surname Yan, Dong Jiangling had a daughter, and none of them had informed about the Immortal Dynasty, only Li Ji'an continued their past.
People have two deaths: the first is the death of the body, the second is being forgotten by everyone.
