Second Yan Han Empire, Fufeng Protector Mansion.
Inside the great mansion of Sweet Water Well Lane.
Within the secret chamber, a flash of light occurred, and a door formed from light and mystery faintly appeared in the void.
The door seemed both illusory and real, as if being pushed open by an invisible force, when a figure slowly emerged—it was indeed Zhong Shenxiu!
"A day in the heavens, a year on the earth; ten days have passed..."
He invigorated his body, his True Qi circulated, and he found himself full of spirit, only feeling a bit hungry apart from that, with no other discomfort.
"Thousands of autumns in one dream, who knows me? It's only a pity... in the end, I still didn't succeed."
Zhong Shenxiu thought about the last scene in that Martial Arts world, and couldn't help feeling somewhat emotional.
