Cultivation knows no time.
As in the game,
so in reality.
"Eighty-two years."
"In the blink of an eye, I am now over a hundred years old."
Lu Qingfeng couldn't help but sigh.
In those days, he, along with Lu Qingshan, Lu Qingyu, and Yue Miaoyin, entered the Crying Swamp from Upper Sun Country, and after seven years, arrived at the territory of Biyang Lake.
In a trance,
eighty-two years have passed.
From the time they entered the Crying Swamp, it has been ninety years.
Suddenly looking back, he couldn't help but feel emotional.
Back then, the three siblings, who depended on each other, are now each in different corners of the world. Each on their own path of cultivation, their meetings becoming more and more scarce.
Only those hard times in Black Wood Village, those days in Upper Sun Country, have always been deeply buried in the depths of their hearts, warming each other, lighting the path ahead.
"Qingshan."
"Qingyu."
