Convergence

Deep within the manor, ancient trees stood in shadow, dappled light and shade interwoven.

This season had not yet turned from cold to warm, yet the courtyard was already brimming with vibrant life.

"Is this the child?"

Li Nishang asked. Compared to when she had been in Xianlin, she looked even younger now. In terms of bearing, if she had seemed fifteen or sixteen back then, now she looked no more than twelve or thirteen. She was growing younger and younger—utterly monstrous.

Four people sat in a small courtyard around a large stone table, one on each side. They were Yanhuang's four Mythologies.

The main reason they had gathered this time was the dream from a few days ago. Heaven's Dao had been grasped in someone's hand—such a thing was unprecedented.

Thus, after contacting Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng had set a time and place, saying that he would meet with them and clear up some of their doubts.

The time and place had been set at Bai Wenshan's home.

At first, Bai Wenshan had not understood why, because that time happened to be his youngest granddaughter's coming-of-age ceremony, and the location was also his home.

Both the time and place were simply too coincidental.

But he was not so inflated as to think it was meant to give him face.

Indeed, in terms of age, he was a senior, but in cultivation, age meant very little.

As for whether there was some karmic connection between his youngest granddaughter and Zhao Cheng, that was even less likely.

It was not until this morning that his youngest granddaughter, Bai Ximeng, had hurriedly come to find him and told him that she had been reborn, having returned from two years in the future.

She had not merely dreamed of the future and glimpsed