"Go back."
"Mm." Little Shuizi said happily.
The two children, each carrying a small fish basket, held hands and returned to the village without a care in the world.
After they left, in front of the empty riverbank, Mo Hua slowly appeared.
Gazing at the backs of the two children, Mo Hua looked confused and murmured softly:
"Nothing unusual... Could it be that I'm wrong?"
A moment later, Mo Hua's figure disappeared again.
The sunset dyed the evening glow red.
In the small fishing village, the Fish Cultivators who went out to fish also returned home one after another, with smoke curling up from the chimneys.
Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi, too, returned to their homes.
The family gathered together, chatting and laughing over dinner. After the meal, Little Shunzi and Little Shuizi practiced cultivation for a while, then fell asleep peacefully.
