"This... may not be the case." Gu Lan always felt that she had taken advantage. After all, she was already over forty at the time, while Fan Wubing was only fifteen.

"No wonder Elder Weiyu protected you so well." Fu Manman couldn’t help but comment, "Though she protected you too well."

Gu Lan felt like crying, "Manman Junior Sister, saying that makes me a bit sad."

Fu Manman laughed,

"Purity isn’t a flaw, but a rare asset. Countless people in the world long for your kind of purity, but their hearts have long been stained by the clutter of dust and filth." She somewhat understood that Wubing perhaps admired Senior Sister Gu Lan for that very purity.

Gu Lan didn’t quite grasp Fu Manman’s words; she thought she hadn’t done anything, just simply doing the things she loved.

She loved farming, and sometimes just being in the fields all day doing nothing made her happy.

She loved Fan Wubing, and sometimes just thinking of him would make her smile involuntarily.

Doing what you love makes you very happy.

Is it possible that everyone is doing things they don’t like?

"Senior Sister, what on earth do you like about him?" Fu Manman had to ask.

Gu Lan answered immediately, "He’s very earnest, he’s very patient. He can sit with me in the fields all day, thinking about nothing."

Fu Manman was slightly stunned, "It seems... that’s true." She realized she had unknowingly gotten used to this side of Fan Wubing, so much so that she didn’t see it as a merit, but rather an obvious part of him. But upon careful consideration, on the path of Patrolling Dao, she had met many talents, great people, geniuses... Since becoming the Human World Executor Dao, famous across the world, many had pursued her.

But none, despite seeming excellent, ever measured up to Wubing when compared side by side; there was always something lacking.

If one had to articulate it, it would be that... everyone else seemed trapped in a nameless box, only Wubing had jumped out. He seemed as if he weren’t from this world at all.

Days later,

Fan Wubing and Gu Lan, apart for nearly thirty years, finally met again.

The unfamiliarity from such a long separation made them initially maintain restraint and caution, always feeling that the current them were very different from the past. Yet, as they gradually revealed heartfelt words to each other, they suddenly realized that neither had really changed.

Gu Lan, clever and deft, felt inconvenienced living on Tuo Mountain, and within just three days, she built a small grotto heaven.

The small grotto heaven perfectly matched her style, with fields and a bamboo house, flowers and fragrances... She didn’t purposely adorn it, but merely followed her preferences, making everything around her incredibly gentle.

"She is like a cloud bathing in the warm sunset glow." Fan Wubing said to Fu Manman, sitting on a bamboo stool in the yard, watching Gu Lan moving among the fields.

Fu Manman rested her chin in her hand, "Then what am I like?"

"You are like a spring night."

"How so?"

"Serene, warm. Makes people want to cuddle up to sleep."

Fu Manman blinked and pouted, "What about Qingyao?"

"The autumn sun. Bright and charming. But now she’s like the winter’s snow." Fan Wubing sighed, "I left her without any preparation."

In reality, Qingyao’s change wasn’t sudden. In the early years, while still in Eternal Immortal Sect, Fan Wubing had seen another side of her. Back then, in the Peach Branch Small Profound Realm, she mistakenly thought he had been corroded and dissolved by the poisonous pool, and she wouldn’t let go of his hand bone. She indeed was the autumn sun, but once something precious left her, she would accelerate into winter, letting a great snow fall in her heart, freezing everything.

Fu Manman was also silent for a while. Later, she thought of someone and asked,

"What’s Senior Sister Fu Ming like?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Light shone in Fan Wubing’s eyes, "Senior Sister is like a mischievous wind, whirling in to mess up your hair and clothes and then whirling away."

"What kind of evaluation is that?" Fu Manman muttered, "I think she’s quite cute."

"You haven’t interacted with her, what do you know."

Fu Manman wanted to say she had witnessed Fu Ming’s emotional journey on Mount Daiyu but ultimately decided against speaking up. She felt that if she spoke of those events, Wubing might feel even more sorrowful.

Gu Lan returned from the fields and gave each of them a flower.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister," Fu Manman thought of something fun and waved enthusiastically.

"What’s up?" Gu Lan asked.

Fu Manman patted her own thigh, "Come lie on my lap."

"Why!" Gu Lan’s eyes widened. What senior sister lays on a junior sister’s lap?

"Oh, come on over."

Gu Lan glanced at Fan Wubing, and he smiled at her. She tiptoed over and gently lay down.

Fu Manman smoothed Gu Lan’s hair, whispering softly,

"Do you feel like sleeping?"

Gu Lan’s eyes were wide open, "Not at all! I’m very nervous!"

Fu Manman turned to stare at Fan Wubing, "You lied to me!"

Fan Wubing’s mouth twitched. He felt Man’Er was great in every way, except sometimes there was a miswired connection in her brain.

In the evening,

Fan Wubing, after a long time, personally cooked, preparing a sumptuous feast.

With the enhancement of his cultivation and progress in the Dao, along with the past years of experiencing worldly affairs through the perspective of all living beings and savoring the affairs of the world, his immortal cuisine had gained richer flavors.

This was the "Flavor of the World."

So delicious that Man’Er and Gu Lan couldn’t put down their chopsticks.

At bedtime,

The three shared two beds.