September in autumn, the phoenix trees are covered in golden leaves, scattered like a carpet over the courtyard.

Present Village, Green Tiles Small House.

Meng Qingzhou lay leisurely on a recliner, sipping a cup of top-tier heavenly tea, a fan covering his face to block the sunlight, and holding a handful of immortal-grade dog food, occasionally tossing some onto the ground.

The Sunlight Lord wagged his tail wildly, tongue lolling, his dog eyes sparkling. As soon as the dog food hit the ground, he buried his head and devoured it, panting and licking the ground as if he couldn't quench his thirst.