Lingyun Peak, the orange-red warm sun shone warmly on the hillside, accompanied by a gentle breeze, the plants flourished, and the weather seemed to be turning into summer.
Ye Jingcheng sat in the vine chair in front of his courtyard, squinting to feel the sunshine.
The apricot tree was blooming again, blooming extremely beautifully.
Ye Jingcheng didn't know how many times it had bloomed, but he knew it was the sixth year since Ye Haiyun left.
As an injured person, Ye Jingcheng lay here, both feigning recovery and pondering the future situation of the Ye family.
No news had come from the Taichang Mountain Range yet.
But he estimated that it should be a victory.
What surprised him was that there were still no messages from Tianzhen Ascendant and True Master San Yuan.
So he began cultivating the Celestial Soul Technique, but after a while, he furrowed his brow.
