A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
"Master."
Ku'er, carrying a water jug, was coming out from the inner courtyard, and upon seeing Chen Mu walking into the yard, he hurriedly asked in a quiet voice.
As Chen Mu walked into the yard, he asked, "How is the child now?"
"To answer the master, she is still very weak, but by noon today, she has gotten a bit better, able to sit up and drink medicine and eat porridge by herself," Ku'er responded softly from beside.
Chen Mu nodded slightly and walked into the side room. There was a stove burning inside, and Wang Ni was sitting by the bedside sewing something. The girl they had brought back previously was propped up in bed, watching Wang Ni work, still looking a bit frail.
"Brother Mu."
When Wang Ni saw Chen Mu come in, she gladly got up to greet him.
Chen Mu reached out and touched Wang Ni's little head, then walked over to the bedside. The little girl on the bed was somewhat at a loss, she twisted her body slightly, thinking of getting up to salute Chen Mu.