This feeling made him very afraid.
It is often said that time eludes cultivators in closed-door meditation, but Xu Zhan feared he might miss the third grand harvest during his retreat.
Even more, he feared that one day when he woke, the world outside would have drastically changed, with everything and everyone transformed.
Quietly gazing at the city walls, Xu Zhan felt like a creator looking down upon a world incompatible with him.
Time passed, unknown how long, when suddenly the gray mist above the ancient city started to churn.
Soon a strange figure appeared.
The figure was radiating dazzling Spiritual Charm, the aura from his Purple Gold Robe repeatedly colliding with the turbulent gray mist.
"How dare you, boy!"
"Do you dare to covet what is mine!?"
A majestic voice sounded, making the surrounding gray mist churn even more violently!
Boy?
Who is it referring to?
Is it talking about me?
The voice shook him into a daze, and a trace of doubt arose in Xu Zhan's heart.
