On the fourth day of the first lunar month, the red sun was rising.
Inside the Luoxian Pavilion, a tall, graceful figure stood with hands behind her back, greeting the mystical mist that flowed between heaven and earth.
On the long bench inside the pavilion, Lu Ran sat quietly, having accompanied her the whole night.
The advancement of a Great Power in the River Realm was not as easy as it had been in the Sea Realm.
Just a minor breakthrough on this level could take 1 to 2 days.
Lu Ran didn't find the time dull.
He kept staring into the elusive mist, at the figure that sometimes appeared, silently lost in thought.
Lu Ran felt old.
Like an elder, sitting in his courtyard daydreaming, able to sit motionless for an entire afternoon.
Because everywhere he looked, memories flooded his mind.
Hmm...
Lu Ran suddenly had a strange expression.
After a lifetime of military service, reaching the pinnacle of Da Xia... returning to find he was still nineteen?
No, that's not right!
