The next day, early morning.

A red sun rises slowly from the distant east, its golden rays bathing the earth and bringing boundless light and warmth to the world.

The birds on the branches sang merrily, as if welcoming the arrival of a new day.

The fresh air is filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms, a refreshing aroma that soothes the soul.

Dongfang Yerong took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt incredibly comfortable, filled with unprecedented energy.

Compared to yesterday, he felt like a completely different person today.

Recalling the miraculous changes that occurred in his body after drinking the elixir given to him by the child last night, he couldn't help but marvel at the fact that the effects of this medicine were far beyond those of ordinary drugs. It was not only incredibly fast-acting but also had a long-lasting effect.

But at this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to go and visit Nannan as soon as possible.

In fact, he had been eager to go to her last night, but unfortunately his body was too weak and he could not move.

Now that everything has been restored to normal, we are naturally eager to get started.

Dongfang Yerong gently pushed open the door, and the sight before him stunned him—outside the door was a vast expanse of peach blossoms, a breathtaking sight!

The peach blossoms here seem to never fade, their pink petals as delicate as the sunset, their beauty almost radiant.

Not far away, a clear mountain spring flows gently, making a melodious tinkling sound.

The clear, melodious chirping of birds could be heard from time to time, like heavenly music.

Such beautiful scenery is like being in a fairyland, so captivating that one cannot tear oneself away.

As Dongfang Yerong walked along the path, she came to see an elegant pavilion. Inside the pavilion sat an elderly man in a white robe, his eyes closed.

Dongfang Yerong walked slowly with brisk steps, and as the distance closed, the old man became clearer and clearer in her field of vision.

The old man had a full head of snow-white hair, and his face was covered with deep and shallow marks left by the years.

Although his hair was as white as frost, he exuded a strong and powerful aura, which was quite different from that of ordinary elderly people.

On the wooden table in the center of the pavilion were two cups of steaming hot tea. One cup clearly belonged to the old man, while the other seemed to have been untouched.

Dongfang Yerong stood quietly outside the pavilion, hesitant for a moment, unsure whether she should disturb the old man who was deep in thought.

"Come on, have some tea!"

Suddenly, the old man's deep and resonant voice came, but his eyes remained tightly closed, showing no sign of opening.

Upon hearing the old man's invitation, Dongfang Yerong hesitated for a moment before stepping into the pavilion and sitting down at the wooden table.

He gently picked up the teacup on the table, carefully took a sip, and found the tea to be at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, and with a mellow and sweet taste.

This is truly excellent tea!

Dongfang Yerong was secretly amazed.

Perhaps the white-haired old man before us is the immortal messenger hidden here.

At this moment, Dongfang Yerong was eager to ask about Li Nannan's condition, but when he saw the old man resting with his eyes closed, he didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Is that girl your wife?" The old man slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and steady, as if containing endless vicissitudes of time.

At the same time, he slowly opened his previously tightly closed eyes, his gaze sharp and intense as he stared intently at the handsome and extraordinary man before him.

Faced with the old man's sudden questioning, Dongfang Yerong couldn't help but feel nervous. His throat tightened slightly, and he hurriedly replied, "No...no, old immortal, you've misunderstood. We're just...just ordinary friends..." His tone was somewhat stuttering, as if he was trying to cover something up.

However, the old man ignored Dongfang Yerong's explanation and instead let out a hearty laugh: "Hahahaha..." The laughter echoed in the air, carrying a profound meaning that was hard to fathom.

Then, the old man gently stroked his snow-white beard, and his expression instantly became serious and solemn.

Then, the old man spoke again: "But unfortunately, this young lady is already terminally ill." His words were calm as water, but they struck Dongfang Yerong's heart like a heavy hammer.

Upon hearing this news, Dongfang Yerong felt as if she had suddenly fallen into a bottomless abyss, and her whole body turned cold.

Could it be that even the legendary immortals of Penglai Island couldn't save Nan'er's life? He couldn't believe this cruel reality, and his heart was filled with despair and helplessness.

In an instant, a strong sense of grief surged into Dongfang Yerong's heart. She felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, causing her unbearable pain.

This shouldn't be happening! Why is fate so unfair? Nan Nan shouldn't have to suffer like this...

No……

He pressed his lips tightly together, trying hard not to let the tears well up in his eyes, and steadyed his body, which was trembling slightly with despair.

However, the deep pain in his heart came like a relentless tide, almost unbearable for him.

At this moment, he wished time could turn back, back to the time before they met. Perhaps then she wouldn't have fallen ill, and wouldn't be facing this life-or-death situation.

Is everything truly beyond repair?