Seventh Spirit Ring? 100,000 Years is the Minimum Standard!

Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of the Golden Tree, scattering shattered gold across the stone paths of Sea God Island.

When Lin Ciyan pushed open the gate of his small courtyard, dew from the eaves happened to drip at his feet, splashing into a tiny flower of water.

He had changed clothes, replacing his moon-white robe with casual attire in light gray trimmed with silver. His sleeves were loose, a dark sash cinched his waist, and he looked crisp and neat.

His short golden-white hair was casually tucked behind his ears, with a few stray strands hanging over his forehead and swaying softly in the breeze from the lake.

As he headed off Sea God Island, he happened to pass near the Golden Tree.

He habitually extended his spiritual power...

The auras in the three Cultivation Rooms remained intense and steady. Their Soul Power fluctuations had grown a little more solid than yesterday, but they were still some time away from emerging from seclusion.

He did not linger. Crossing the stone bridge and passing through the tree-lined paths of the Outer Court, he headed toward the teaching building.

Outside the classroom of Class One, Year Two, in Shrek City's Outer Court.

Han Ruoruo was already waiting there.

She was not wearing her elegant pale-green dress today. Her hair was loosely pinned up with a white jade hairpin, a few loose strands falling from behind her ears to the side of her neck, lightly brushing her collarbone in the morning breeze.

Her dress was a soft light blue, its sash outlining a slender yet not frail waist. Her whole presence was as clean and fresh as if washed by morning dew.

She held a lesson plan in her arms, as though it contained something important.