The one thing in life that is impossible to resist is the passage of time.
As he mulled this over, Wang Ping's thoughts drifted to his own transmigration. He dared not think about what it would mean if his transmigration was connected to this world's cultivation.
"What's wrong?"
Yu Lian asked from within his Spirit Sea.
Wang Ping turned to look at Yu Lian, masking his unnatural expression, and replied in his Spirit Sea, "I was just thinking about something. It's nothing."
Yu Lian tilted her head and met Wang Ping's gaze.
Zi Luan looked at Wang Ping and said, "I'm going to check on the front line. I'll be back before dark."
Just as he finished speaking, a dozen or so streaks of light shot up from the southern sky. All kinds of identification talismans shimmered brightly in the clouds—these were the people who would follow the Xiao Shan Prefecture Army into Shangjing City.
