More than a decade had passed in the blink of an eye. Since the twin emperors' wedding that had shaken the continent, so many years had gone by without anyone noticing.
Falling Star Pavilion, Meteorite Peak.
At the summit stood a tranquil, secluded estate.
At the edge of a cliff behind the estate, two figures stood side by side with their hands behind their backs, quietly gazing at the void overhead.
Not the slightest ripple of Dou Qi could be sensed around them. They appeared utterly ordinary, no different from mundane scholars at the foot of the mountain.
Yet with those two upright figures standing there, even the heavens and earth seemed somewhat constrained.
"Father and Senior Zhukun should be arriving soon, right?"
Behind Xiao Yan, dressed in black, Xun'er walked forward in a green dress and stood at his side with a smile.
"Mm."
Xiao Yan turned around. Looking at that face he could never tire of seeing, his eyes were filled with tenderness as he asked with a smile, "Have you stabilized your realm?"
"It was all thanks to Senior Brother and you opening the passage to the Upper Realm and forcibly channeling Origin Qi over," Xun'er nodded gently. She raised a hand and brushed through the breeze, and the plants and flowers in the courtyard immediately grew wild and bloomed in profusion, bursting with vitality. "Otherwise, given the foundations of this world, apart from Senior Brother and Brother Xiao Yan, I'm afraid no one else could even touch that threshold."
With every gesture able to bring forth life, she clearly possessed the bearing of a peak Dou Sheng.
"Medusa should be coming out of seclusion too."
Han Feng at the cliff's edge withdrew his gaze from the sky and turned his head with a smile.
Before his