The rain gradually subsided as Ning Yao and Chen Ping'an walked along the street. Ning Yao turned around to look at Chen Ping'an, whose breathing was now calm and expression was now relaxed. Even though she disliked Old Man Yang, she had to admit that he was indeed a skillful person who was living in recluse.

"Old Man Yang isn't an ordinary person."

Ning Yao paused for a brief moment, looking back at the unremarkable Yang Family's medicine shop. The light drizzle was fine and glistening, and it caused the outline of the medicine shop to become fuzzy and misty. Ning Yao corrected herself, murmuring, "Old Man Yang is an extraordinary person."

Chen Ping'an couldn't tell the difference between the two remarks. He simply replied with a nod before smiling and asking, "In the past, I only thought that Grandpa Yang was a very good person. He was always very fair. Only now do I realize that Grandpa Yang is actually much more skillful and knowledgeable than he lets on. Ning Yao, you can also be regarded as a cultivator, right?"

Ning Yao replied with a remark that Chen Ping'an couldn't really understand. "Something similar, but not exactly the same. However, it makes no difference to you."

After surviving a great calamity, Chen Ping'an's state of mind was completely different as he arrived on the southern end of the covered bridge and visited the young girl in green again.

When Ruan Xiu heard the footsteps behind her, she stood up with a bashful smile and turned around to look at Chen Ping'an and Ning Yao, who were standing side-by-side. Ruan Xiu felt a little self-conscious and uneasy at the mo...