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After the gray-robed immortal fled, the valley fell silent.

The Fang family members were clearing the battlefield, carrying the wounded into the courtyard, and arranging their own people who had fallen outside the gate on a flat surface.

Some people were talking in hushed tones, some were rummaging through pills, and some were crouching in the corner tending to their wounds.

No one cried or shouted; they just silently went about their business.

Luo Tian was still sitting on the steps next to the Fang family's courtyard gate, with his legs stretched out and his back against the door frame, as if he intended to sit there for a while.

The elderly man with gray hair from the Fang family had already stood up and was leaning on a newly picked-up wooden stick at the gate of the courtyard.

After watching the corpses being gathered together, he turned around and walked back to Luo Tian's side, where he sat down as well.

"The Tianyuan Sect won't let this go so easily," the old man said. "If you let that person go, he'll bring even more people."

"I know," Luo Tian said.

"Are you planning to wait here?"

Luo Tian glanced in the direction outside the valley: "Let's wait a few days and see."

Niannian walked over from the base of the wall, still holding the withered twig in her hand, twirling it between her fingers twice, and stopped in front of Luo Tian:

"Dad, where are we staying tonight?"

Luo Tian looked up at the Fang family courtyard, then at the old man: "Are there any vacant rooms?"

The old man's gaze swept back and forth between Luo Tian and Niannian:

"Yes, although the Fang family's house is dilapidated, it still has a few rooms."

He stood up and led Luo Tian inside.

Niannian followed behind, and Xiaoxiao also came over from the treatment area, walking side by side with Niannian.

Qiqi walked on the other side of Xiaoxiao, while Qianqian followed half a step behind her.

The courtyard looked larger than it appeared from the outside. There were rows of side rooms on both sides of the main hall. Some of the doors and windows were damaged, but they were still habitable.

The old man had his clansmen prepare two adjacent rooms, one for Niannian and the other for Luo Tian and Xiao Jin.

When Luo Nannan entered the room, she first glanced at the roof beams to make sure there was nothing extra before sitting down against the wall.

Niannian stood in the middle of the room, looked around, and then opened the window to look outside.

Outside the window was a small courtyard with cracked ground and a clump of withered yellow grass growing in the corner of the wall. The wind blew the grass blades close to the ground, swaying back and forth in the cracks of the soil.

"It's a bit run-down here, but it's still better than sleeping in the open!" she said.

Xiao Xiao said to her, "It's better than spending the night in the cave last time."

After thinking for a moment, Niannian said, "Yes, there were bats in that cave last time."

When Qiqi heard the word "bat," she shrank behind Niannian.

Qianqian didn't say anything, but squatted down in the corner and started taking things out of her storage ring one by one and arranging them.

Dinner was prepared by the Fang family; it was very simple: a pot of mixed grain porridge with a few dishes of pickled vegetables.

Niannian drank two bowls, saying they were far inferior to the spiritual fruits she ate on Earth, but she still finished them. She put the bowls down, leaned back in her chair, and yawned.

She said she was sleepy and went back to her room to sleep. Xiaoxiao followed her back to her room, and then Qiqi and Qianqian followed as well.

Only Luo Tian and the old man from the Fang family remained at the table. The old man asked Luo Tian what he planned to do next.

Luo Tian said to wait for news and see how Tianyuan Sect reacted before making a decision.

The old man nodded and stood up to clear the dishes.

The next morning, Niannian was woken up by the noise in the yard.

She pushed open the window and looked out. The Fang family members were cleaning up the rubble and broken wood left at the door, and several people were repairing the wooden door that had been knocked askew.

Luo Tian was already standing in the courtyard, while Xiao Jin was squatting by the well washing his face.

"Dad, is everything alright today?" Niannian leaned half her body out of the window.

"Not for now," Luo Tian said. "You should wash up first and have breakfast before we talk."

Niannian retreated back into the window, and only came out of the room a while later. Her hair was tied crookedly to one side, and she had only pulled up the left cuff.

Xiao Xiao reached out from behind to straighten the other sleeve and then re-tied her hair.

Niannian looked down at the light blue coat she was wearing, which she had worn on Earth. The edges of the cuffs were already frayed.

The fabric along the edges has become softer and lighter in color than when it was new due to repeated washing and wearing.

Breakfast consisted of porridge and a small dish of pickled vegetables, nothing else.

As Niannian ate, she looked up at the outside of the courtyard. The Fang family was carrying the person who had collapsed yesterday to the edge of the river valley outside the gate and digging a pit on the riverbank.

She glanced at the time it took to finish a few mouthfuls of porridge and asked Luo Tian, ​​"Dad, will those people come again?"

"Yes," Luo Tian said, "either today or tomorrow."

After thinking for a moment, Niannian said, "Then shall we not leave today?"

Luo Tian shook his head: "I'm not leaving. I'll wait for them to come."

Niannian put down her bowl and glanced at the direction of the courtyard gate again.

The wooden door of the Fang family's house was not completely repaired yet. The hinges were not aligned, and the door panel was crooked by a finger's width. Through the crack in the door, one could see directly into the mudflats of the river valley and the distant sky.

She watched for a while, then pushed the bowl and chopsticks to the middle of the table, stood up, and patted the hem of her clothes.

The layer of dust that had been on her body yesterday was still there. She dusted it off a few times, but it wasn't completely clean. She dusted it off a couple more times, then gave up, let her hands hang down, and stared at the direction of the courtyard gate without moving.

A gust of wind blew in through the crack in the door, ruffling a few stray hairs on her forehead. The ends of her hair brushed against her brow bone and fell back down. She didn't raise her hand to brush them away; she just stood there watching for a while, and then sat down again.