Master Yuan left.
Within three days of leaving True Dragon Hall, he passed away.
When Bai Yujun learned the news, she showed no expression. She simply sat motionless upon the dragon throne, cultivating. Whether Swindler Yuan was dead or alive made little difference. She still had to wait, but she also had to keep up the act...
As the most bizarre existence in both the cultivation world and the demon beast world, she was confident she could outlive them all.
One had to know that Sima Yi, the ultimate winner of the Three Kingdoms era, had succeeded because he lived long enough. Young or old, he outlasted every last one of them. Only by living was there hope. When facing a powerful enemy, one should not rush in hotheadedly to throw away one's life, but lurk in secret and wait. Bai Yujun believed her Lifespan was certainly not short.
Time left people helpless...
Flowers bloomed and withered, leaves drifted away; spring departed and returned, stirring emotions time and again.
Moss slowly crept over the stone steps around True Dragon Hall. A few koi appeared beneath the lotus leaves in the Bagua pool. Paint gradually peeled from many places on the mottled beams and pillars. The plants and flowers within the hall grew lushly, vines sprouting from cracks and piercing through the window paper.
Many years later, Li Chongqian, now frail and decrepit, entered True Dragon Hall.
The hall resembled a dense Jiangnan forest. Flowers bloomed, fragrant breezes drifting in waves, while the beauty upon the dragon throne remained in the first blush of youth.
Li Chongqian led in a young man dressed in yellow robes.
The young man greatly resembled Li Chongqian in his youth, arrogance showing between his brows. No one but palace maids was permitted to enter True