Five Days Later, the Late Xiao Mai!

Startled winds drift through the bright day; time races westward with the light.

The prime of life never comes again; in a hundred years, age is suddenly upon me.

Time flowed on, fleeting and gone in an instant.

While the eight nations on the Teyvat Continent were all busily making preparations for their relocation,

time in the Douluo World had also continued to pass, never once stopping.

In the blink of an eye, five days had already passed since the day Wu Tong first met his little disciple.

Twilight Canyon.

Deep inside Yu Hui Academy.

Not far from Wu Tong's Treehouse.

A simple wooden house that had risen at some unknown time now stood quietly on this empty plot of land.

The wooden house was about six meters tall and divided into three floors, each floor taking up nearly five hundred square meters.

Around the wooden house stretched a sea of flowers, planted with all kinds of blooms that should have blossomed in different seasons and under different climates.

These flowers, which originally should never have been able to gather together, were now crowded beside this wooden house, blooming for one person. They looked fantastical and wonderful, absurd yet dreamlike.

The outer walls of the wooden house were wrapped in emerald-green vines. Though they seemed a little disorderly at first glance, in truth, they did not affect the layout of the wooden house at all.

On the contrary, the appearance of the green vines added even more of a sense of time and epic grandeur to this already magnificent Treehouse.

At each of the four corners outside the house stood a tall banyan tree, like four dutiful guards protecting the wooden house, shielding it from wind and rain and blocking out the sun.

A sea of flowers, Banyan Trees,