The Bamboo Path Leads to a Secluded Spot, and the Stream Into the Deep Valley

After entering seclusion for nearly two months, Lin Yuan was a little tired. He picked up Genius, squatting at the side, and Chimey, chirping non-stop.

He leaned on the sofa in the lounge and closed his eyes to have a wonderful sleep. It was just like how Lin Yuan, Chimey, and Genius, would snuggle together to sleep in the Xia Region's fey store five months ago. His facial expression was so quiet and peaceful.

Chimey and Genius leaned on his young man's body as though they were leaning on the entire world. He did not have wide shoulders, but they were like a mountain, completely supporting their dependence.

Time had changed, and so did people, but not his original intentions.

Back then, there was the sick young man, the malnourished and abandoned Hundred Questions Beast, and the Sound Bird that had failed to evolve into a Songstress Bird and had been given away like trash.