This place is already deserted, quiet all around, with dense fog swirling about, and traces of chaos left by those who hurriedly departed can still be faintly seen.
For those who are timid, venturing into such a place could be a nerve-racking challenge—of course, that is only true for ordinary people.
And apparently, those who are here at this moment are not ordinary people—Gongsun Wuwo and... Gong Fanxing.
"Luckily, there haven't been too many changes around here." Gongsun Wuwo glanced around, sighing, "I never imagined that a blink would bring five hundred years to pass. I remember there used to be a big tree here."
Gong Fanxing rolled her eyes at this fellow, "Now is not the time for you to lament over the passing of spring and autumn... The aura of the esteemed one is so faint, why has it weakened so much over these hundreds of years?"
"We've arrived." Gongsun Wuwo frowned slightly and suddenly stopped, looking up.
