Entering the Firmament Sacred Land, Ye Lin carried Luo Yao as he walked around its surroundings.
The familiar layout—nothing had changed.
The only thing that had changed was the people.
All along the way, everyone he encountered was a stranger. He did not recognize a single one.
"Who are you? Our Firmament Sacred Land has no one like you."
Suddenly, a young man stepped before Ye Lin, staring at him with wary vigilance.
"Fellow Daoist, I've come to find Elder Zhuge."
Ye Lin looked at the disciple before him and smiled faintly.
"So you're here to find Elder Zhuge. Do you need me to lead you there?"
Hearing Ye Lin's words, the young man relaxed slightly.
"No need. I know the way."
With that, Ye Lin carried Luo Yao onward.
The young man scratched his head as he watched Ye Lin's retreating back.
"Strange. The Starry Sky is in chaos, and the Sacred Land activated the Sect Protection Array ten thousand years ago. The Sect Protection Array permits neither entry nor exit—so how did this guy get in?"
"And why can't I feel the slightest hostility toward him? That's far too strange."
"Over there, there, and there too—they haven't been watered yet. Hurry up, those are my favorite white flowers."
Above a sea of flowers, an old man carried a basket on his back, walking bent over through the blossoms. In his hand was a watering can, which he used to sprinkle water everywhere.
Whenever he spotted a weed, he would bend down gently, pull it out, and toss it into the basket on his back.
In the distance, a breathtakingly beautiful woman stood with her hands on her hips, constantly directing him.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin stood silently in the air, holding Luo Yao as he watched the scene unfold.