In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
The Gold Kingdom, Great Gold Cultivation World.
A ribbon-shaped magical artifact flew through the air at tremendous speed, whipping up fierce gusts in its wake.
The ribbon was long, stretching dozens of yards, with more than ten people standing atop it. At their head stood a middle-aged man in a blue Daoist robe, holding two fingers upright on one hand while keeping the other behind his back. He radiated a formidable authority without so much as a scowl.
Behind him stood the cultivation seedlings selected at the Ascension Conference, with a young girl immediately at his back.
The girl was quite reserved, standing obediently behind the powerful cultivator. Every so often, however, she glanced toward a figure behind her. Because of the angle, she could see only a fluttering gray robe...
Chen Han, well, well. To think he actually had an Ascension Token... Damn it, if I'd known, I should have killed him at any cost.
An Ascension Token! I actually missed out on such an incredible opportunity. Damn it!
Among the cultivation seedlings, Li Hai ground his teeth with hatred whenever he recalled letting Chen Han escape that night. If he had killed him then, the Ascension Token would now have been his, and so would that Foundation Establishment Pill.
Not far behind him stood a young man in a gray robe. He was none other than Chen Han.
Chen Han's gaze was somber, his thoughts drifting. Before he knew it, his mind had returned to the Imperial City, to the day the Old Steward died. That day...
With trembling hands, the Old Steward had placed the token in his hands.
Uncle Han, I never imagined you'd leave me such a tremendous gift.
Chen Han pressed his lips together,