"You don't want to watch over the Sect gates? That's fine, it depends on your performance. If you can reach the peak of Mahayana within five hundred years, then you won't need to watch the gates," Yang Ji said with a smile.
"Isn't that still just another way of getting me to watch over the Sect gates?" Mang Biao muttered dejectedly.
Yang Ji did not explain any further but smiled and captured him into the Time Tower.
To the outside world, five hundred years may pass, but inside the Time Tower, that's an entire ten thousand years.
Yang Ji brought all his close friends into the Time Tower for cultivation, and days passed one after the other.
In the outside world, thirty years swiftly flew by, while inside the tower, six hundred years had elapsed.
Yang Ji had preached about the Dao twice.
