Three days later, Fang Lin and Ye Mengxian set out together for the North Town Hall.
By then, Fang Lin was already twenty years old.
Upon reflection, stepping into the Purple Mist Sect four years ago was entering into this grand and turbulent era. Fang Lin had come this far, enduring countless trials, facing myriad life-and-death crises, teetering on the brink of death several times, but each time he had survived.
The four years seemed to pass in a flash, as though they went by very quickly, yet so much had happened.
"To think that you would ascend to the position of Hall Master so quickly, when you first came to the North Town Hall, you were just a minor Four Cauldrons Pill Refiner," Ye Mengxian said to Fang Lin as she piloted the Flying Boat.
Fang Lin smiled slightly, "Indeed, time has flown. It all feels as if it happened just yesterday."
Ye Mengxian looked at Fang Lin with astonishment in her eyes.
