The void tore open with a crack.
Song Lin emerged slowly, carrying a lantern.
He arrived fashionably late, as he always did; lateness had become his habit.
Having comprehended the Time-Space Dao, he could arrive whenever he pleased. First, however, he wanted to test the young man, perhaps to sharpen his combat prowess a bit.
"Greetings, Star Lord."
Everyone bowed slightly.
Bian Zhuang, noticing the crowd saluting, imitated their actions, his curiosity piqued as he observed the man before him.
Was this the fabled Emperor Ziwei?
Why would someone like him send aid?
"Rise."
Song Lin stepped toward Bian Zhuang and chuckled. "Do you know why you've become the way you are now?"
Bian Zhuang's current cultivation was close to that of a Heavenly Immortal, even though he had been cultivating for less than a year.
But it wasn't because Bian Zhuang was extraordinarily gifted, achieving the unheard-of feat of becoming a Heavenly Immortal within a year.
