A village with dozens of families was located in a forest. Men and women farmed and weaved. Chickens and dogs were everywhere, and smoke curled up from the chimneys. The village was isolated from the world.
In the forest, behind a huge rock, a two or three-year-old child was meditating and cultivating.
His facial features were exquisite and his face was flushed. He had the grace of a girl.
He was Jiang Jueshi.
He had concealed himself deeply and pretended to drink Meng Po's soup. His memories were still there, so he had started cultivating when he was born. However, he had hidden it very well and no one had discovered him.
At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps.
Jiang Jueshi immediately opened his eyes and collapsed against the stone. His eyes instantly turned red, as if he had cried.
A figure arrived in front of him.