Song Wen burst out of the river, but did not hurry to leave. Instead, he entered the dense woods along the bank.
Then, a gu insect slowly flew out of his mouth, fluttered its wings, and flew into the distance.
He still did not know the situation on Wu Bo's side. It was best to have the gu insect investigate.
Watching the departing gu insect, Lan Chen's eyes filled with a trace of dazed nostalgia.
"You're still raising this gu insect?"
"This gu is fairly good. It's just that its strength has been improving rather slowly lately, making it seem somewhat inadequate," Song Wen said.
In truth, it was not that the gu insect's strength was growing too slowly, but that Song Wen's own cultivation had advanced too quickly, causing the gu insect to fall somewhat behind his pace.
Lan Chen did not think much of it. After all, the one before her was only a mid-fourth-rank gu insect.
"By the way, do you know how long I was imprisoned by the Wu Clan? During the first few decades I was trapped in Cold Prison, my mind was still fairly clear. Later, I was lucid at times and muddled at others. After that, I completely lost consciousness. I no longer know what year it is today," Lan Chen said, her voice tinged with sorrow and desolation.
"About four sixty-year cycles," Song Wen said.
He did not know exactly when Lan Chen had been captured by Wu Bo.
He had roughly calculated this time based on when he had ascended.
Song Wen had ascended more than two hundred and twenty years ago, while Lan Chen had ascended sixty years before him.
"Over two hundred years? That isn't too long." Lan Chen looked up at the star-filled night sky and spoke with