Over half a month, Yang An gradually adapted to the combat strength he possessed after advancing to the Ghost Dao Realm.
Most importantly, he adapted to the changes in the power of rules brought by the complete forbidden artifact.
Fate Crane had given him at most three months to break through, promising to come fetch him after he advanced. Yet Yang An waited and waited, but Fate Crane never appeared.
"Let's go out for a walk."
Yang An simply left the cave and entered the Golden Thread Pavilion.
In any case, Fate Crane had appointed him as an external affairs elder. Presumably, the Golden Thread Pavilion had already been informed. Staying here would only waste time.
He also knew perfectly well that he could not run. If Fate Crane took him to the battlefield against the Great Virtue Temple next, he would no longer have such leisure.
Over the past two and a half months, the prisoners who had escaped from those cells had long since been subdued and thrown back into prison.
With Yang An's terrifying perception now, he could tell that the prison's guards had been strengthened, and the artifact shackles used had become even more powerful, all to prevent those people from escaping again.
The Golden Thread Pavilion was now incomparably quiet. All the destruction caused by the previous chaos had been completely repaired.
Yang An swaggered into the Golden Thread Pavilion's cluster of buildings from the back mountain, surveying the sect Fate Crane had built with his own hands. His feelings were utterly different from when he had come here before.
To him now, the Golden Thread Pavilion seemed to have become the old Fate Crane Sect from another angle—perhaps an even larger Fate Crane Sect.
If it was a blessing, it was not a disaster;