Not long after Langi left Caixia Mountain, the Master of the Wang family announced that Li Feiyu had been accepted as his final disciple and formally appointed as the head of the Wai Ren Hall, showing him increasing favor and trust. Moreover, several years later, Langi's third uncle inadvertently committed a serious offense that triggered the rules of the association, putting his life at risk—yet the Master, against the advice of many, successfully saved him. As for the Master himself, during subsequent conflicts within the association, he faced fierce rivals and suffered multiple severe injuries, often near death. Whenever everyone believed he would not recover, he miraculously survived thanks to pills kept in a jade bottle, quickly bouncing back to full health. This feat drew envy from others, who repeatedly asked him about the name and origin of the pills, but Wang Juechu always stammered and refused to disclose the details. Naturally, those who sought the pills in vain returned empty-handed. It wasn't until many years later, upon Wang Juechu's passing, that he finally revealed the name of the pills—"Yang Jing Dan"—at which time only three pills remained in the jade bottle. Yet these three pills stirred up a storm, bringing no end of troubles to Wang Juechu's descendants. But that is a matter for the future. For now, let us set it aside. At this very moment, Li Feiyu was standing motionless, holding several small bottles and a piece of paper, lost in thought. When he had just returned from Zhang Xiu'er's house that morning, these items had appeared suddenly in the room. The paper was left by Han Li, simple and clear—only informing Li Feiyu that he had already left the Qixuan Sect and might never return. The pills inside the bottles were carefully compounded, meant to extend Li Feiyu's life, and Han Li hoped he would not refuse them. At the signature, Han Li had drawn a cheerful smile. Beside it, a note read: "Wishing Li Feiyu and Zhang Xiu'er a swift marriage and many precious children." After a long silence, Li Feiyu suddenly burst out of the room and rushed to the summit of the nearest small mountain peak. At the summit, Li Feiyu eagerly looked toward the main gate of the Qixuan Sect. What met his gaze was a vast expanse of lush greenery, with not a single trace of human figure in sight. After waiting motionless for a long time, Li Feiyu sighed and, with a look of quiet melancholy, softly said, "I hope you take good care of yourself. Go well on your journey!" Then, Li Feiyu slowly descended the mountain, his steady, unhurried figure appearing solitary and deeply reflective. Han Li had specifically chosen these two points, thus willing to spend three taels of scattered silver to secure this carriage. Normally, such a carriage would earn only a little over one tael of silver after running continuously for several days. The driver was an ordinary, slightly thin middle-aged man who was not particularly talkative. He would only speak if Han Li actively asked him questions—this aspect pleased Han Li as well. After all, the Curated Soul accompanying him was tall and imposing, wearing a cloak that concealed his face, giving off a mysterious air. If a more talkative person had been asked, the resulting exchanges would have been quite troublesome. Perched on Han Li’s shoulder was the yellow-feathered "Cloud-Wing Bird," a spirited creature currently half-closed in its eyes, clearly resting. At the other end of the carriage, the Curated Soul carried a large bundle on his shoulders, containing not only some fresh clothing, but also numerous heavy items—gold and silver pieces, as well as various bottles and jars. As for the small items such as utensils and letters received from the Master of Ink, fearing they might be lost due to their importance, Han Li carried them with him personally. Now, Han Li sits quietly in the carriage, listening to the steady creaking of the wooden wheels, his expression calm and composed, showing no sense of sadness over leaving the Qi Xuan Sect. The only thing that slightly lingers in his heart is his close friend, Li Feiyu. However, he is certain that Li Feiyu has received his message and has seen the specially prepared herbal medicine. He hopes these remedies will prove effective and allow his friend to enjoy many more years of a fulfilling life. With this thought in mind, Han Li stretches out his body, leans his back against the carriage wall, and begins to doze off. He has already instructed the driver of the carriage of its destination—the small village by the mountain where he was born. Though he knows it is unlikely, he still hopes that upon opening his eyes, he will be able to see the faces of his parents and siblings once again. It has already been many years since he last saw them. Their faces were already somewhat blurred in his memory. Therefore, before he departed for a distant land, he had to see his parents in person—otherwise, he would never feel at ease leaving. "I wonder how little sister is doing now. She must be around sixteen or seventeen, a proper young lady by now. The last letter from home mentioned that she had already been engaged and had received the dowry." As he drifted off to sleep in a hazy state, a slender, frail figure came to mind—the one who had always trailed behind him, calling out softly, "Fourth brother! Fourth brother!" Time indeed flew by! Finally, amid a warm and comforting atmosphere, Han Li fell asleep deeply and soundly, as he had when, as a child, his parents had gently watched over him and driven away the mosquitoes—sleeping so peacefully and sweetly. Five days later, along the yellow earth road, he finally spotted the familiar little village in the distance. The short mud walls, rows of straw piles, and the uneven little paths—all of which had once filled Han Li’s dreams and thoughts—now stood before him, real and tangible. Han Li suppressed his excitement. He asked the driver to park the cart far outside the village, keeping Qu Hun on board without letting her down. He then walked swiftly toward the village entrance, his heartbeat growing stronger the closer he got. This spontaneous feeling—he hadn’t experienced it in a long time!