One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

She was, after all, just a girl in her early teens.

Carrying an adult man on your back along this rugged mountain path is extremely physically demanding.

But there was not a trace of discouragement in her eyes.

The feet, clad in cloth shoes, seemed rooted to the spot, like those of a nimble lynx.

Always keeping a steady footing on the slippery stones and grass roots.

I've never slipped once.

After rounding a steep slope covered in moss, the view ahead opened up a bit.

Deep in the mountain valley.

A dozen or so households are nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

A few wisps of smoke rose in the rain and mist.

The scent of pine mixed with the smell of burning firewood brought a sense of peace and reassurance.

"Wow, wang wang!"

A big yellow dog at the edge of the village heard footsteps and poked its head out from under the eaves, barking twice.

When I looked closely, I realized it was that familiar and light-footed figure.

It wagged its tail and then shrank back to lie down.

Abao carried Zhang Tianyi on his back and walked straight to a small courtyard surrounded by a bamboo fence at the end of the village.

There are three houses with blue tiles and earthen walls in the courtyard.

Many dried red peppers and corn were hanging under the eaves.

"Mom, I'm home!"

Ah Bao took a breath and used his shoulder to push open the half-closed courtyard gate, his voice crisp and clear.

The curtain of the main room was lifted.

A woman dressed in coarse cloth and with a blue headscarf wrapped around her head came out.

The woman was still holding half of an unfinished shoe sole in her hand.

I looked up.

Just then, she saw her daughter carrying a man covered in mud, whose life was unknown, into the yard.

"Oh my God! Bao'er, where did you pick up a living person?!"

The mother was startled and placed her sewing basket directly on the threshold.

She didn't shout or yell, but instead took a few steps forward.

Quickly help support Zhang Tianyi's back to share the weight with your daughter.

"I found it at the bottom of the hill!"

Abao raised her fair and pretty little face, which was a little muddy:

“I saw that he was badly injured and had a high fever. If I left him outside, he would definitely be carried away by wolves, so I carried him back.”

"Oh dear, your body is burning hot."

The moment the back of her mother's hand touched Zhang Tianyi's forehead, she was burned by the abnormal temperature.

She didn't ask any more questions.

The people in the mountains are simple and honest; they wouldn't do something like leaving someone in distress to help.

"Quickly, carry it to the room where your father used to live. I'll go boil some water right now."

The mother and daughter worked together to gently and steadily place Zhang Tianyi on the wooden bed in the inner room.

The furnishings in the room were very simple.

There was a wooden table and two benches, but they were kept very clean and there was no musty smell at all.

Grandma went to the kitchen to start a fire, and soon brought back a large basin of steaming water.

“Bao’er, take off his coat. It’s covered in mud; even a healthy person would get sick if he wore it.”

The mother took a clean towel, soaked it in hot water, and wrung it out until it was half dry.

Abao nodded vigorously, his big, dark eyes blinking twice.

With light and nimble movements, she untied Zhang Tianyi's tattered Taoist robe, which was already stained black.

After taking off their outer clothes.

Zhang Tianyi's skin, covered with fine cracks, was revealed.

The arcs of electricity that were originally darting around were now very weak, only occasionally flashing a faint light under the skin.

The mother saw it all.

Although he felt the wound was strange, he assumed it was caused by some new type of firearm used in the war.

She deftly and skillfully used a hot towel to wipe away the blood and mud from Zhang Tianyi's face, bit by bit.

After the mud-covered face was wiped clean, the mother stopped what she was doing.

He was an extremely handsome young man.

Even with his eyes closed and face pale at this moment.

His brow bone and high nose bridge still exuded an indescribable air of refined elegance.

"This young man is quite handsome; he doesn't look like he comes from an ordinary family."

The mother sighed and handed the towel to Abao.

"Bao'er, wipe his hands and feet, I'll go make a bowl of ginger soup to warm him up."

"Get it!"

Ah Bao readily agreed and took the warm towel.

She sat on a low stool on the edge of the bed, carefully wiping the stains off the back of Zhang Tianyi's hands.

Every now and then, it would curiously glance at the faintly visible arcs of electricity.

The autumn rain was still falling outside, and the crackling sound of burning firewood came from the stove inside.

The firelight shone through the crack in the door, casting warm, orange shadows on the walls.

A long-lost, tranquil rhythm of life flows through this simple earthen house.

I don't know how much time passed.

Zhang Tianyi, who had been in a deep coma, finally found a glimmer of light in the endless darkness.

He felt as if he were lying in a warm ball of cotton.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air.

The true qi that was fighting each other inside the body seemed to have also sensed the tranquility outside.

The agitation gradually subsided, and the energy sank deep into the dantian.

Zhang Tianyi struggled to lift her heavy eyelids.

The vision gradually became clearer from blurry.

Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp.

A girl was sitting on the edge of his bed.

She was holding a chipped, rough, black porcelain bowl, and was gently stirring the ginger soup in it with a wooden spoon.

The little girl puffed out her fair cheeks, looking like an adorable little squirrel, blowing hot air.

The flickering lights reflected on her unadorned face.

She may not possess stunning beauty, but she exudes a captivating charm.

That clean, vibrant energy is like a clear mountain spring that can cleanse the soul.

He noticed the movement on the bed.

Ah Bao stopped eating with his spoon.

She turned her head slightly.

It met Zhang Tianyi's eyes, which were somewhat weak but still deep.

The little girl's eyes lit up instantly.

She didn't have the timidity or cowardice of an ordinary farm girl, nor did she make a fuss.

Instead, she stepped forward confidently, her eyes sparkling with a clear smile, her voice crisp and melodious:

"Big brother, you're awake?"

She held the bowl, blinking her bright, intelligent eyes as she looked at Zhang Tianyi:

"Mom said that once you wake up, you have to drink the ginger soup while it's hot, and sweat it out so you'll get better. Can you open your mouth now?"

Zhang Tianyi looked at her.

Looking at this simple yet tidy house, and listening to the patter of rain outside the door.

He roamed the world of supernatural beings, was revered by thousands, and also witnessed the darkest schemes and battles.

But at this moment.

he thinks.

These bright, clear eyes and this steaming bowl of ginger soup are the most precious things in the world.

Zhang Tianyi is so weak that she doesn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

He was unable to speak.

He could only look deeply into the girl's clear eyes with those eyes.

He silently made a promise in his heart.