Night, nine-thirty, Xia Dong.
"What, Fox Immortal, you've returned!?"
"Thank Mazu, bless the Chen ancestors, I can finally get rid of them!"
Sitting in his backyard, wearing a tank top, sipping tea, and scrolling through videos, Old Chen saw the message from Fox Immortal, saying he's about to reach Jiule City and asked him to help prepare a charcoal fire and meet at the ancestral hall.
The moment he saw the message, Old Chen felt a surge of joy, almost to the point of tears.
For Old Chen, the message from Fox Immortal was no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day, shattering the darkness.
While Fox Immortal was away, life in Changxi Town remained unchanged. The tea farmers continued their routine inspections, pest control, and spraying, while tea factories in the village worked overtime to fulfill orders from the tea competition.
