The Descent is a major event.
For ordinary people, it doesn't have much presence.
Business as usual—eat, drink, and train as needed.
Just like Wang Lin.
Countless summers and winters have passed, and with his cultivation already at the Nirvana Fourth Layer, he finally chose to leave seclusion.
"After all these years, I've practiced the Netherworld Ascension Scripture to its utmost extent. Just as my master is at home, it's a good time to ask for a new cultivation technique."
He bathed, changed into clean clothes, and shaved.
In front of the copper mirror, Wang Lin gazed at his beard that had grown over an inch long, his eyes showing a hint of uncertainty.
The blade glided across his chin, revealing a face no longer juvenile.
How long had he been in seclusion?
Exiting the courtyard, the surrounding guards greeted Wang Lin.
"Young Mountain Master."
"Has my master returned?"
