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Wen Yan's conversation with her mother ended with her feeling incredible shame, and that night, her dreams were somewhat different.

When she got up this morning, Wen Yan's face was pinched with distress as she changed out of her damp undergarments. The blush of embarrassment did not fade from her cheeks when she thought of the events that had unfolded in her dream.

Fortunately, Qin Fang didn't pay much attention and didn't pry into the matter; otherwise, she felt she might not have been able to face anyone all day.

The Nayi Tribe was located deep within the mountains. Although these "deep parts" meant little in comparison to the entire mountain range, it was indeed very deep for those outside the mountain world.

A new sedan chair and more bearers were arranged, significantly speeding up the journey. The rugged mountain path, which extended for more than a dozen miles and was difficult to traverse on foot, was nothing for these mountain men used to hiking all day. They managed to arrive in just over two hours...

Don't be fooled by the dozen or so miles and more than two hours it seemed quite slow; consider this included crossing two mountain ridges. For those hiker enthusiasts, such a distance would take an entire day to walk.

This large convoy was quite astonishing, and passersby paid special attention to the five people on the sedan chair, pointing and making comments, clearly finding it quite strange.

However, Qin Fang and the others were in a hurry and had no time to bother with these things.

When the troop finally arrived at the Nayi Tribe, Auntie Song almost jumped out of her sedan chair and rushed towards a somewhat dark-skinned middle-aged man not far away.

More precisely, the man should be considered old—compared to Auntie Song herself, who was in her forties, this man appeared to be in his fifties but looked even older.

According to Uncle Wen, this man was Auntie Song's brother, Sang Duo. He was only two years her senior, yet he seemed to belong to an entirely different age group.

"Yima, you've finally come back. Mother is not doing well..." Sang Duo immediately approached Auntie Song, his voice urgent.

He had been waiting here since the early morning, and now that she had finally arrived, he was extremely anxious.

"Quick, let's go... Xiaoyan, come here, this is your Uncle..." Auntie Song was, of course, in a state of urgency. Seeing her brother's expression, her mother's condition seemed even more dire than she had imagined.

While hurrying towards home, she called for Wen Yan, who was behind her, and took the opportunity to introduce her daughter, someone Sang Duo had never met.

"Uncle..."

Wen Yan appeared timid at meeting her uncle for the first time, and it was only with Qin Fang holding her hand that she managed to greet him.

"Sigh..."

Sang Duo felt a bit bewildered by his beautiful niece. The difference in attire and temperament between mountain folk and those from outside was stark, and he was somewhat unaccustomed to it at the moment.

However, this was not the time for pleasantries, and everyone quickly made their way home.

"Yima... Mother, she has... passed away!"

As they arrived at a row of stone cottages, they saw a woman in her fifties, tears streaking down her face, walking out just in time to see Auntie Song and the others arrive and immediately conveyed the sad news.

"Mother..."

Hearing this, Auntie Song's face turned pale, and she nearly collapsed to her knees on the spot, tears flowing uncontrollably as she cried out in grief.

They had hurried as fast as they could, but it was still a step too late; they had missed seeing the old woman for one last time.

"Auntie, restrain your grief and accept fate!"

Qin Fang's expression was solemn, regretting that they were a step too late. Alongside Uncle Wen, they supported Auntie Song, who was overwhelmed with sorrow and not in good health. They feared she might collapse from grief.

Wen Yan, although she had never met her grandmother, had red-rimmed eyes and could not help her tears from falling.

With the support of Qin Fang and Uncle Wen, they all entered the house. In the elder's room, the elderly woman lay still on the simple stone bed, silent and breathless.

"Mother..."

Seeing her departed mother, Auntie Song's grief, which had slightly eased, collapsed again, and Wen Yan could no longer hold back her tears, embracing her mother and weeping with her.

Sang Duo and his wife also couldn't help but cry, and even Uncle Wen, a strong man, was brought to tears.

Even Qin Fang felt a surge of emotion that made him want to cry. He had no close relatives and found it difficult to comprehend the sadness of losing a loved one, yet he was moved at that moment.

Perhaps the only one who remained emotionally stable was Song Qingshan. Completely an outsider to the situation and with profound martial abilities, emotional control was a skill a martial artist had to master.

"Eh..."

Just when everyone was drowning in sorrow, Qin Fang suddenly let out a surprised gasp, as if he had seen something very strange.

Almost instinctively, Qin Fang hurried a few steps and went towards the bed where the "corpse" of the elder lay, moving so quickly that it seemed like a gust of wind had swept by.

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