Within the Spirit Ruins, it's spring all year round.
It makes one forget the cycle of seasons in the world.
Outside the Spirit Ruins, it's another late autumn.
The yellow leaves are blown away, the autumn wind rises, and the northern birds fly south.
Gazing at the high-flying flock of geese, the springtime tenderness vanishes from the face of Saintess Qian Ling: "My dear, there's less than two years until that time!"
That time is the nineteenth of September of the year after next.
Now, it is already the late autumn of the following year in the Ancient Wilderness.
The wheel of time turns mercilessly, pushing step by step towards that time...
