Liu Yanchang stood like a sculpture at the entrance of that ruined temple.
Not long after, he realized that his hearing, sight, and everything else had all returned. The darkness before his eyes vanished, the scenery gradually grew clear, and sounds reached his ears.
Tragically, however, he discovered that he still could only stand there, unable to move.
What made him even more anxious was that he realized the baby in his arms was gone.
My son is gone?
In that instant, Liu Yanchang could truly be said to be burning with anxiety. He wanted to break free at once and go look for the child, but unfortunately, he simply could not move.
Time passed amid his anxiety.
As time flowed by, the sun gradually slanted west. Maintaining one posture for so long made him more and more uncomfortable.
But what drove him to despair was that even when he felt he had reached his body's limit, waves of soreness and pain coming through with perfect clarity, he still could not fall down. What was he supposed to do?
In the end, his body gradually went numb.
As the setting sun sank in the west and night descended upon the earth, a bright moon rose from the horizon.
Clear moonlight spilled over Liu Yanchang at the entrance of the temple. At that moment, his stomach, utterly failing him, growled for the third time. The sensation of thirst and hunger nearly swallowed him whole.
"It's over, it's over. I never thought that I would one day lose my life in this barren mountain wilderness."
Liu Yanchang's heart filled with grief and despair. "But that old immortal looked me over and said mine was a fate of great wealth and honor, one in ten thousand. I could even win the favor of