He was about six feet tall, lying on the bed in the small courtyard.,By the wooden bed, a young girl of about ten years old, with pigtails and her hands supporting her chin, was staring intently at the unconscious figure on the bed. 。Suddenly, the young girl's eyelids flickered, and she immediately sprang up in alarm. "Master, Master! He's awake, he's awake!"Ye Chen opened his eyes to see a pair of beautiful big eyes watching him with concern. Her long eyelashes, delicate features, and perfectly sculpted five senses made her look like a stunning human being. 。He stared blankly at everything in the room, his eyes moving from the little girl's face to the man sitting beside the Eight Immortals table. His dazed expression instantly transformed into a mix of wonder, shock, and disbelief...The person in his eyes, or so Ye Chen believed, was no stranger to him. 。For many years, the man Ye Wutian appeared in his dreams every night. He was the father he had dreamed of for over twenty years in his dreams, and the little girl Nan'er was his maidservant. 。Jian Ye Chen was unresponsive, staring blankly. Nan'er reached out a small hand and gently placed it on his forehead, her voice laced with worry, "Master, you're awake. How are you feeling Are you alright"The child's voice, pure and sweet as jade beads falling on a tray, 。,Remember when he was on Earth, that time the old monk sent him to Wushan to find something called 'dyeing collar', it was during that time, when Ye Chen worked hard and finally got the 'dyeing collar', the heaven and earth suddenly darkened, nothing could be seen, only a giant white shadow fell from the sky, like a snow-white slender palm, and then he lost consciousness, waking up in a stone coffin, the stone coffin was filled with half a coffin of blood, but there was not a trace of fishy smell, and it even emitted a faint fragrance similar to that of a child.。