In the unknown depths of Chaos, white currents flowed, and Ji Zhao, who had slept for hundreds of years, slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils were entirely suffused with gold, majestic and sacred.
His entire body seemed cast from beautiful jade, without a single flaw.
Countless multicolored petals drifted down, circling him.
Ji Zhao had never felt so free and exhilarated. He could not help laughing aloud. "A thousand years refining the false, at last returning to the true; out of the cage, with heaven and earth in my grasp."
A loose black robe draped his body, radiating nobility.
His divided consciousness instantly dispersed from the Peach Grove, turning into a breeze that returned to his body.
His gaze fell beside the chessboard beneath the peach tree, where Ji Lingjun lay fast asleep, with peach blossoms for her bed and blanket.
In sleep, Ji Lingjun had lost much of her cool aloofness. A touch of pink tinged her skin, white as jade, and she looked rather sweet and innocent.
Ji Zhao suddenly remembered a line of ancient poetry from Earth: "Her face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red." It truly complemented this scene perfectly.
What an adorable little girl.
Ji Zhao shook his head, smiling. His figure appeared beneath the peach tree, and he slowly settled onto his knees before the stone table.
He had slept for far too long, so naturally, he needed to take a good look at everything accumulated over the years.
First came the enormous sum of fortune gained through the family's continued existence.
Aside from bestowing Ancestors' Blessing on his descendants, he had scarcely used any of it. Now it had exceeded fifteen million.
But although that looked like a great deal, spread across a thousand years, it actually averaged only fifteen thousand