Ancient Clan
It was the nighttime lantern festival. Xiao Yi Xian and Ye Ling'er watched the bustling market around them.
"Sis, it's been so long since we last went shopping!" Ye Ling'er said with a smile, linking her arm through Xiao Yi Xian's.
"Yes, it has been a long time." Xiao Yi Xian gently stroked Ye Ling'er's head.
A great deal had happened during this period, and they had experienced many ups and downs. The story had now reached the Ancient Clan's Heavenly Tomb, and there were only a few years left until the War of the Two Emperors.
"Sis, have a candied hawthorn!" Ye Ling'er said, holding one up to Xiao Yi Xian's mouth.
(￣~￣) Chew!
"It's tangy, just like I remembered!" Xiao Yi Xian ate the candied hawthorn, and it tasted exactly as it had back then.
At that moment, a disturbance broke out ahead. Xiao Yi Xian did not bother with it; there was no need to guess that it was Xiao Yan.
After so long without shopping, she and Ye Ling'er wandered happily through the market, smiles covering both their faces.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was time for the Ancient Realm to open. Countless people stared eagerly at its entrance, wondering what it would look like.
A pillar of light shot into the sky, reflecting a majestic and magnificent scene above. The spiritual energy that leaked out alone was several times denser than that of the outside world.
"Cultivating here would definitely yield twice the results with half the effort. The Ancient Clan truly possesses unmatched advantages," Ye Ling'er murmured as she watched.
Xiao Yi Xian nodded. A world created by a Dou Di was surely formidable. Yet after so much time had passed, it was still like this.