Walking out of the Ancestral Hall, Zhao Sanjin waved his hand and said, "I'll see you off until here!"
Several people simultaneously bowed and cupped their hands, saying, "Farewell, Ancestor Zhao!"
Zhao Sanjin took a few steps, flashed, and was already standing on the stone bridge after passing through the stone market, glancing back from afar. He Kao happened to raise his head and look over, having a brief eye contact with Ancestor Zhao, suddenly feeling a blur before his eyes...
When he snapped back to his senses, he was already in another mountain wilderness, finding it hard to distinguish whether this was a real scene or an illusion realm.
Upon closer inspection, he found the environment familiar; it was precisely the valley in Ba Mountain Medicine Garden, full of Phoenix Feather Festival plants, with two Dragon Bone Branches at the center, both over a zhang tall and fully grown spirit medicine.
This must be a scene from some time in the past.
