Yang An Breaks Through, Ling Tian Takes Action

The proprietress looked ordinary, but she was far from simple. Yang An had sensed her out and discovered that, like the White-Haired Youthful Old Man, she seemed mundane yet not mundane.

During the greater part of that month, Yang An completely let go of everything. His state of mind became carefree, and unexpectedly, cracks appeared in his shackles. He found a path utterly different from the one he had walked before.

Qing Su was no ordinary woman. It was as though someone had deliberately arranged for her to enter his life, making him involuntarily think of the term Epoch Mandate.

But he had only once been an Epoch Mandate. Had he not controlled those new Epoch Mandates afterward, the era that belonged to him would likely have ended long ago.

On his way to seek out the old man, Yang An pondered all the way. He always felt that the old man was somehow connected to Qing Su, who had suddenly offered herself to him.

With Yang An's speed, he quickly arrived at the stream and followed it to its end.

Before him lay a Green Bamboo Forest, within which stood a Bamboo Courtyard. Inside the courtyard was a Bamboo House.

The moment Yang An arrived, the old man's laughter rang out. "Hahaha, little friend, you've finally come."

With a whoosh, the old man suddenly appeared beside Yang An. Yang An was not surprised and had instead grown used to it. He bowed in greeting.

The old man stroked his beard with a smile and led Yang An into the Bamboo House.

On a Bamboo Platform, fragrant tea had already been prepared, wisps of steam rising from it. There were two bamboo cups, as though the old man had known Yang An would arrive at this very moment.

"Little friend,