Time flowed on.
Before they knew it, fourteen hundred years had passed since Wang Youyue and Princess Linglong's engagement.
Great Qian Yong'an Calendar, Year 1995. Early summer.
Changning County, Changning Guard, Wangxia Town, Pingchao Residential Complex, inside a spacious flat in a modern high-rise.
Before the enormous floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Wang Yanjiao sat in a broad rattan chair, sipping spirit tea as he leisurely watched the sunrise.
He looked like a young man barely past twenty, strikingly handsome, with eyes as deep as a starry sky.
Brilliant morning clouds poured through the glass windows over his face and body, as though coating him in a hazy halo. From afar, he looked as ethereal as an immortal.
With looks like these, if he had been placed on Earth before Wang Shouzhe's transmigration, he would surely have become a peerless idol adored by countless people.
Yet here in Changning Guard, he was merely one among the masses.
He was a direct descendant of the twentieth generation of the Changning Wang Clan. This year, he was eighty years old, possessed C-grade Great Heavenly Prodigy bloodline aptitude, and had already reached the seventh layer of the Celestial Realm.
Such aptitude and cultivation were not particularly outstanding in the Wang Clan, but they had still given him a starting point far above that of ordinary people. At the very least, he did not need to worry over trifles like food, clothing, housing, and transportation.
Since Changning Guard was now the "center of the universe," its housing prices were outrageously high. Even in Wangxia, once a remote coastal town, a flat of only several hundred square meters like this one sold for more than a million Immortal Crystals—roughly the equivalent of one top-grade Spirit Stone.
And that was only after the Wang Clan had intervened repeatedly,