For Song Lin, eighty days had passed within, while only eight days had elapsed in the outside world.
Donghua Jungle.
A horse-drawn carriage arrived at this moment.
The steed bore bright red dragon horns, its four hooves stepping on flames, and the carriage itself was adorned with dragon patterns exclusive to the royal family.
The driver lifted the curtain, and a slender fifteen-year-old boy with sharp, clear eyes stepped out.
He curiously observed the grand hall and temple before him.
Immortal energy drifted through the air, immortals riding clouds; it matched his imagination of what an immortal's dwelling would be like.
Wu Yi was encountering Taoists and this enigmatic world for the first time.
From the moment Wu Yi left the estate, he had made up his mind to abandon the fight for the throne and turn to immortal cultivation instead.
