Lu Jiangxian was quietly brought back to the stone platform, and with his divine sense, he scanned the surroundings of the courtyard. His heart filled with emotions as he watched Li Mutian, who was now slowly entering the yard and leaning against the door frame, taking deep breaths with his eyes closed.
"It has been so long already," he thought.
The day Li Xiangping picked up the Dharma Mirror from the river, Li Mutian was still a clan leader, solemn and with eyes that bore the weight of years yet remained resolute. Now, he was an old man who had aged beyond his seventies and could no longer tread the path of cultivation.
Since his transmigration, Lu Jiangxian always found himself half-dreaming, half-awake in a mirror-like state; nearly twenty years had passed in his perception, which felt approximately like a month. The Li Family had firmly established itself, becoming a new immortal cultivator family.
