A thousand years flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Chen Changan had been trapped in the Saint Mausoleum for over a thousand years.
Over the past thousand years, Mu Yunyao and the others had all reached the peak of the Saint Ancestor Realm.
But no matter what methods they tried, they couldn't make the entrance to the Saint Mausoleum appear again.
"Sister, take a break."
"You haven't had a proper rest in a long time."
"I know you're worried about Chen Changan, but there's nothing we can do right now."
"I don't want to see you worn down by your obsession."
All these years, aside from working hard at cultivation, Mu Yunyao had spent every other moment studying how to reopen the entrance to the Saint Mausoleum.
Wind Snow Emperor could see it clearly: Mu Yunyao had been forcing herself to carry on.
It wasn't that her body couldn't take it. It was her heart that was suffering immense anguish and torment.
"I'll rest when it's time to rest."
"Until Changan returns safe and sound, I can't put my mind at ease," Mu Yunyao said solemnly.
"But..."
Wind Snow Emperor was about to try persuading her again, but Elder Yun's arrival cut him off.
"Elder Yun, are you here to persuade me too?" Mu Yunyao asked with a frown.
"I wouldn't dare."
"Madam, we wouldn't presume to question your decisions."
"However, someone just came to the sect, claiming to have something for you."
Something for her?
Hearing Elder Yun's words, Mu Yunyao frowned.
She didn't know many people in the Sacred Domain, and nearly all of them were in the sect.
Who would send her something?
"Where is the person who brought it? Did they say who sent them?" Mu Yunyao asked with a frown.
"After they delivered