In the end, Han Li gradually walked into the village. As soon as he stepped into the village entrance, he heard a joyful array of musical sounds, and as he walked along the narrow paths, he didn't see a single villager in sight. Han Li was struck by this scene—he remembered this perfectly from his childhood. Clearly, a family was hosting a wedding celebration, and all the villagers had gathered to attend or simply to enjoy the festivities. With renewed spirit, Han Li slowly extended his awareness. He found that indeed, the elderly and the young had all gathered at one place. Yet the location where they gathered felt so familiar—it wasn't exactly his own home, was it? Han Li was quite surprised. "Could it be…?" he vaguely sensed what might be unfolding. He quickened his pace, swiftly passing several houses and turning a few corners, when suddenly, a bright sight revealed itself. Hundreds of villagers were gathered before a simple courtyard. There are several tiled houses within the courtyard that appear far better than the surrounding dwellings. Large characters marking "Joy" are pasted on both sides of the courtyard and the entrances to the tiled houses. A small band of musicians stands before the courtyard, playing and drumming, creating a lively atmosphere. The villagers stand, sit, or even casually perch on the ground, some in groups of three or five. Some chat quietly together, others raise their voices in heated discussion, while others keep glancing with admiration toward the courtyard. Nearby, a number of children circle around the adults, playing and chasing one another. Seeing this familiar scene, Han Li felt a moment of dizziness, as though, in this instant, he had returned to his earlier days, once again becoming one of the children, joining them in play. "Well now! The fourth daughter of the Han family truly has good fortune—she is to marry a scholar from the city, a family of well-educated and learned men." "Indeed! She used to be the eldest daughter-in-law, and now she's a well-born scholar's wife!" "Heard that the Han family's dowry is astonishing—over thirty taels of snow silver!" "Such a wealthy family!" ...The village women's bustling chatter woke Han Li from his dazed state. "Han family's fourth daughter—wasn't that my younger sister? Could it really be my sister's wedding day?" A wave of indescribable emotions surged through him, rising and swirling. For some unexplained reason, Han Li hurried to hide behind a nearby large tree, fixing his gaze firmly on the courtyard gate. Suddenly, a loud cry came from afar: "The wedding carriage is here! The groom is coming to fetch the bride!" At the news, the villagers stirred into excitement—within moments, the scene became lively and bustling. "The bride is stepping out!" "The new wife is coming out! Come and see!" ...Even the children couldn't stay quiet, shouting excitedly. Han Li felt a renewed sense of energy, his eyes now eagerly fixed on the courtyard gate. "Creak," the wooden gate of the courtyard opened, and a group of more than a dozen men and women stepped out. Among them, a young girl dressed in a vibrant bridal gown was being warmly escorted. The girl had a pointed chin, a delicate appearance, and was about sixteen or seventeen years old, looking shy and reserved. "... While calling out each person's name one by one, Han Li murmured to himself, as if this would help ease his mind. When his gaze settled upon the two elderly, white-haired couple—a man and a woman—Han Li stopped speaking. He stood motionless behind the tree, his expression becoming deeply complex, filled with a mix of joy, hesitation, and a touch of bewilderment. The extent of his parents' aging far exceeded his expectations. He remembered when he first came up the mountain, his mother still had dark, flowing hair, but now her temples were gray. His father, once straight-backed, now leaned forward with age. Han Li remained silent, his mind foggy, as though it were a thick, sticky paste. He had no recollection of what happened afterward. When he finally regained his awareness, his little sister had already taken a brightly decorated sedan, draped in red silk, and was driving away in the distance. Beside the sedan, a young scholar was riding a large, dark green horse, following closely behind. Han Li stared intently at the retreating chariot, then glanced back once more at his parents and the crowd around them, before closing his eyes. Once the faces of his parents and his closest relatives were deeply etched into his heart, he turned around and suddenly displayed a resolute expression, then strode steadily toward the village entrance. Han Li knew that upon his next departure from the village entrance, his connections with these people would likely come to an end. He was fully aware that since he had learned the Changchun Technique and discovered the existence of immortals, he would be following a path entirely different from that of ordinary people. Regardless of whether his future held adversity or fortune, joy or hardship, he would never regret his choice.