"Creak!"
Long Qiu pushed open the wooden door and stepped out of the quiet chamber. Outside was the familiar Jade Void Immortal Realm.
She sat for a while on the stone bench under the old tree, listening to the fine golden breeze. The rustling of the leaves carried a chill as autumn deepened.
The supernatural being grants a strand of spirit and soul into this realm, while their true body could still move freely. However, she seldom wandered, mostly staying within the Kunlun Mountains.
Twenty years had passed in the Realm of Immortality, but in the mortal world, a mere blink of an eye—a fleeting moment that felt like awakening from a long, long dream, leaving an inexplicable sense of melancholy.
"Auntie!"
Suddenly, a voice called out, breaking the quiet. Jiuru, like a fluffy ball of cotton candy, leapt into the courtyard, then snuggled softly into her embrace.
Long Qiu playfully pinched the soft, pale cheeks and smiled, "You're grown up now; why are you still acting spoiled?"
