Zhuang Xiyue was lively and innocent, like a young lady naive and unaware of the ways of the world. She felt no sense of crisis about returning to Chujing. Instead, she was excited as she looked at the scenery passing by the window.

Perhaps because she rarely goes out, she couldn't help but shout when she saw the scenery outside that was completely different from Miluo City.

Lord Zhuang, who was driving the carriage, whipped the horse's rump. The horse, in pain, kicked off and galloped away.

It has been a long time since I went back, and the scenery of Chujing has become blurry in my memory.

I vaguely remember that birds would occasionally perch on the high gate and red walls, and every night, the birds returning to their nests would chirp and chatter for quite a while.

There are four long streets in the city, each leading directly to the palace. These four streets are named after the Black Tortoise, the Vermilion Bird, the White Tiger, and the Azure Dragon, and each street is guarded by a powerful family.

The dealer is ranked as the Black Tortoise, but since the dealer has been away from the capital for so many years, those people probably don't recognize him anymore!

I wonder if the scenery of Chujing is still the same as it was back then?

Yan Chenghuan pondered, listening to the "gurgling" sound of the carriage, the sounds of birds and beasts, and the green hills and clear waters. For a moment, various sounds mingled together, creating an exceptionally harmonious scene.

"Dad, tell me about Chu Jing again! It's been so many years, I can't remember anything anymore."

During the break, Zhuang Xiyue got carried away and kept pestering City Lord Zhuang with questions about past events.

"Oh dear, you'll know everything when you get back. If I tell you now, will you still feel surprised when you go back? Besides, it hasn't been that long since I've been back, so I don't know if anything has changed!" Lord Zhuang said, while secretly glancing at Yan Chenghuan.

Since Yan Xingyun's incident, he has become much more silent. Although he has never been a talkative person, he has become even more taciturn now, and it's hard to say whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Yan Chenghuan had no idea what the city lord was thinking. He just felt that the surrounding environment was quieter and a little desolate after staying there for a while.

Just then, they heard a soft rustling sound. Turning around, they saw Zhang Xu hiding behind a tree, engrossed in gnawing on something.

"Hey! Sister, what are you eating?" Zhuang Xixi Yue's attention was drawn to the sound Zhang Xu made. She jumped over, and Zhang Xu was so startled that her hand trembled, and the thing in her hand immediately fell to the ground and rolled a few times, landing next to the rock where Yan Chenghuan was leaning.

Yan Chenghuan picked up the dry steamed bun and met Zhang Xu's flushed face.

"Hey, sister, aren't you also a cultivator? Why do you like to eat these things?"

Those who cultivate the Dao do not value food and drink; generally speaking, those who have broken through two levels no longer need external food to fill their stomachs. Logically speaking, with Zhang Xu's current cultivation level, he should no longer need to eat. Therefore, they did not bring any food with them on this trip.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xu had secretly brought some food.

"Well, people are made of iron, and food is essential; you'll get hungry if you skip a meal."

The steamed bun in his hand was covered in dirt. Yan Chenghuan wiped the dirt off the bun, put it in his pocket, and turned to walk into the middle of the woods.

The two didn't notice Yan Chenghuan's actions and started debating whether cultivators needed to eat.

"Sister, eating too much of these miscellaneous things won't help you attract spiritual energy from heaven and earth. It's best if you stop eating them." Zhuang Xiyue said, taking the small package from Zhang Xu's back. It was a huge package filled with steamed buns, bread, and other similar items.

This is probably the most types of dry food Zhuang Xiyue has ever seen in her life.

Seeing Zhuang Xiyue's stunned expression, Zhang Xu felt a little embarrassed.

"If I lose even my simple pleasures, life would be too meaningless."

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