A man in his thirties, with a handsome and refined face but a resolute expression, sat at an Eight Immortals table in a small wooden house.,"Chen'er, you're awake. Rest well. Come to the back mountain tomorrow morning, Father will be waiting for you there!" Ye Wentian glanced at Ye Chen and walked away. 。He said nothing, but a tear welled up in his eyes. 。Looking at Ye Wanting's back disappearing at the door, Ye Chen's thoughts gradually drifted away. The strange scenes that he couldn't understand kept appearing in his mind. 。,At that time, Ye Chen was completely stunned. He felt a chill run down his spine. The scene was too eerie and creepy. 。He lifted his head, his eyes a cerulean blue sky, clouds swirling and majestic, clean as water. 。。