"Auntie, it's almost New Year's." Fu Yu sat on the transport plane, scrolling through his phone idly, when he suddenly saw today's date.

December 30th.

“New Year’s Day is in two days. Let’s invite Qian Li and Leng An to celebrate the New Year together.” Fu Yu grabbed Li Xuanzu’s arm and shook it incessantly.

"New Year? I'm really annoyed right now. Do whatever you want, go talk to your sister Ouyang." Li Xuanzu lightly pounded his head, which was throbbing from thinking for a long time, and waved his hand at Fu Yu.

"Really? But I want you to come too. Isn't the New Year all about getting together with family and friends and having fun?" Fu Yu continued to coax Li Xuanzu, rubbing his shoulders and legs.

“When have I ever abandoned you? You can make the arrangements then. There are some things I haven’t figured out in India yet, and I’m a little tired. Let me rest for a while.” Li Xuanzu said, gently pulling Fu Yu off him.

"Then...why don't you lie down for a while?" Fu Yu didn't leave, but sat down next to Li Xuanzu and patted her thigh.

The seats on the transport plane have been modified into very comfortable sofa chairs. Now there's practically nothing flying in the air, so there's no need to worry about plane crashes.

Li Xuanzu didn't stand on ceremony with Fu Yu and lay down directly. Feeling the softness on his head, he seemed to relax a lot.

At this moment, a pair of slender hands gently placed on Li Xuanzu's face and slowly stroked it.

Start massaging the mouth, nose, and eyes, moving upwards until you stop at the temples and begin to gently rub them.

"Are you... feeling better?" Fu Yu tensed up the moment Li Xuanzu lay down, but relaxed a little when she saw that he didn't make any other movements.

"Hmm, not bad." Li Xuanzu took a deep breath, and a faint fragrance entered his nostrils.

“When I was little, I would sometimes have headaches, and my grandma would do this: she would let me lie on her lap and massage me. Hehe, feels good, right?” Fu Yu chuckled as if she had received a very satisfactory answer.

Ouyang Ningxue, who was standing to the side, was used to the intimacy between the two. Sometimes she would think about her future partner or ideal person, and a faint smile would always appear on her lips.

... ...

"Ancestor, welcome!" Huang Lao stood on the tarmac and rushed forward before the transport plane had even come to a complete stop, but was stopped by Huang Yuanqing beside him.

"Grandpa, be careful, lest you get hurt." Huang Yuanqing is now a fourth-level psionicist, and he seems to have matured a lot since he first met Li Xuanzu, no longer so impulsive.

"The situation in India has been resolved. I have something to ask you later, so please arrange a place." Li Xuanzu nodded to Elder Huang.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence aloud, but instead transmitted it directly into Elder Huang's brain through his divine sense.

Old Huang was wondering how Li Xuanzu's voice could be transmitted directly into his brain, but he quickly received a signal from Li Xuanzu and immediately understood.

"Grandpa Huang, I would like to invite you to our residence tomorrow night to celebrate the New Year, along with Leng An and the others. They should be free of missions, right?" Fu Yu, being an impatient person, jogged down from the transport plane and walked up to Grandpa Huang to say this.

"Oh? Hahaha, great! This old man is getting bored at home. I'll definitely keep the appointment tomorrow. Leng An and the others don't have any missions either, so I'll go and tell them." Old Huang was somewhat surprised, seemingly not expecting Fu Yu to pull this stunt, but he still happily agreed.

"Huang Yuanqing, come along too. Old Huang, you can invite more people. Anyway, this girl loves a lively atmosphere and can't stay still. You'll have to arrange a bigger place for her to stay," Li Xuanzu said at this moment, also inviting Huang Yuanqing.

Grandpa's already here, how can we expect the younger generation to wait at home?

"Ah? Thank you, Mr. Li..." Huang Yuanqing was taken aback, not expecting to be included. He quickly thanked him, but then realized he didn't know how to address Li Xuanzu.

Li Xuanzu didn't care what others called him; given the length of his life, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him his ancestor.

Ouyang Ningxue also picked up her phone and dialed Leng An's number. The group walked towards the restaurant that Old Huang had prepared, chatting and laughing all the way.