There are still thirty years of the road to go, and this road is a bit long.
The Daoist temple's dilapidation has its advantages, a leisurely and uneventful life. Gao Xuan lay around for a day, then ate some dinner and continued sleeping at night.
After a few days of this, Gao Xuan got used to the slow-paced lifestyle.
The Daoist temple had only two Dao Scriptures, nothing much to read.
With nothing to do, Gao Xuan began organizing his memories. With spiritual power limited, the memories remained intact.
While having the time, he could browse through his memories as if watching a movie.
Although all the information he perceived would be recorded, never forgotten.
Revisiting his previous state at this time brought a different kind of feeling.
Especially revisiting his cloud-flipping and rain-covering with women, it was better than watching high-definition small films. With many details too.
