Half a month later.
After the earth-shaking explosion at the He Clan's Mountain Opening House, the sounds of repairs gradually began to rise.
Yet something even more shocking than that explosion had occurred.
First Day, a mere mountain-opening laborer, was actually an Immortal Master of the Taihua Sect.
Even now, half a month later, everyone still felt as though they were dreaming, unable to believe it.
Though no one knew what kind of existence the "Taihua Sect" truly was, they understood perfectly well that the words "Immortal Master" weighed heavier than a thousand jun.
In Xia City, in the Night Sui Kingdom, in the East Sea, such people stood above the clouds, beyond the reach of mortals.
For an obscure little mountain-opening laborer to possess such a background was simply unimaginable.
No one had been more shaken than Steward Qian.
After living alongside him day and night for ten years, he had never noticed a thing.
How was this First Day merely a dragon among men?
He was clearly a dragon among dragons, swimming hidden through the mortal world without revealing his magnificent horns.
The mountain-opening laborers who had shared a room with him had been sighing endlessly these past days, discussing it without cease.
Li Biao and La Shiwu had vanished together with First Day after that day. Could it be that they had also ascended the immortal path to enjoy immortal blessings?
Fu Rong of the Mountain Opening House, however, felt increasingly hollow inside.
From the day First Day vanished, it was as though half her soul had gone missing with him.
She could neither eat nor drink, growing thinner by the day, her mind wandering in a constant daze.
The He Clan also seemed shrouded in mist. The Second Miss and the others had vanished together, though