In the blink of an eye, another ten-odd years passed.
It was an ordinary morning. The birds that rose early were still chirping away among the branches and leaves, searching for delicious, tasty insects.
Everything seemed quiet and peaceful.
Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air entered the ear—it was two Startling Rainbows of different colors arriving here.
The light drew in, revealing the faces of two people.
On the left was a youth with a full head of white hair, his features so handsome they were almost bewitching, yet his two eyes were filled with the feeling of having weathered the vicissitudes of time.
On the right was a maiden with silver eyes, her appearance likewise extremely beautiful.
Their gazes swept over the area. Though nothing could be seen on the surface, the entire valley was clearly under the protection of layer upon layer of restrictions.
The two raised their brows and could not help exchanging a smile.
"Junior Brother Lin truly is cautious enough. Ever since we parted last time, he has almost never shown himself. It seems these past two thousand years, he really has been in seclusion the whole time." The Youth surnamed Long let out a faint sigh, his voice entering the ear with a hint that seemed both jealousy and admiration.
"What is so strange about that? In just a few short millennia, Junior Brother Lin's cultivation was able to surge to such a level; naturally, he is someone who cultivates bitterly. Otherwise, how could he possibly have today's accomplishments?" The Silver-Eyed Maiden's disapproving voice entered the ear. One part plowing, one part harvest—who knew how much hardship Lin Xuan had actually endured behind all that glory? Those divine abilities of his, which left cultivators of the same rank unable to resist,