Although less than a few minutes had passed in the outside world, Xiao Yan had already lived through decades within reincarnation. Over those decades, he had experienced countless events and escaped death time and again. His exploits alone would have been enough to fill a novel.
His engagement had been broken off, he had become Yao Lao's disciple, ventured into the Magical Beast Mountain Range, entered the Tagor Desert, won the championship in the Imperial Capital under the alias Yan Xiao, fulfilled the three-year agreement, entered Jia Nan Academy, slain Han Feng, lifted the siege of the three sects, won the Pill Gathering, entered the Heavenly Tomb, founded the Heavenly Mansion Alliance, seized the purifying lotus demon flame, received the Ancient Emperor's inheritance, and finally burned his own Dou Di body to seal Hun Tiandi...
More than a decade had passed since the battle of the two emperors. Xiao Yan sat quietly on the hill behind the Xiao Clan, gazing toward the distant Magical Beast Mountain Range, just as he had in his childhood, when he would hide here alone and quietly swallow the grievances he had suffered. Now, however, he was the only Dou Di on the Dou Qi Continent, and naturally would no longer behave as he had back then. Yet, for some reason, he still liked to hide here and think quietly by himself.
Whenever he sat on the hill, a figure would quietly appear behind him and keep him company in silence. Only when the sun sank behind the western mountains would they return home together. This almost eerily peaceful routine had continued for over a year, yet neither of them had broken that tranquility.
"Xun'er..." This time, when Xun'er returned to the hill, Xiao Yan, who had been sitting on the grass all along, suddenly