Seeing Chen Lie holding her hand, ready to take her home, Song Qingning didn't struggle at all. Instead, she thought to herself, after struggling against fate for most of her life, always on edge and wary of everything, she finally had a "home." This feeling was truly wonderful!

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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several weeks had passed. In Xianyun Province, there was a first-tier sect called Yunmeng Immortal Sect. A young man in a gray cloth shirt was diligently weeding a spiritual field with a hoe.

"Junior Brother Yun, you've been at it for a long time," said a girl in a pink dress, her appearance scoring around seventy or eighty percent. Perhaps feeling sorry for Junior Brother Yun's hard work, she brought him a towel and a pot of tea.