Immortal Travel of Longevity

Mo Yuan looked at the circle of people—or rather, demons—surrounding Mister. Over the years, the number of companions by his side had grown considerably.

This was a good thing.

Mister rarely spoke, and he almost never put his joy into words.

Yet one could read the quiet delight on his face. It was an expression he had rarely shown back at Liuyun Temple.

Mo Yuan felt happy for him too. "Mister seems much happier than in years past," he remarked.

Hearing this, Ruyi asked curiously, "Was Uncle Chen unhappy before?"

Chen Changsheng replied, "When was I ever unhappy?"

Mo Yuan asked, "What was Mister Chen like in your eyes, Ruyi?"

Ruyi thought for a moment. "He loved to bully people, and he was a smooth talker."