How significant is the big, and how significant is the small? Unable to fathom any of this, was his sincere heart present merely to express affection across various eras?
Qing blinked, deep in thought, and proceeded to step forward as instructed; with each step, he found himself advancing more than ten miles.
From here to the temple was a mere hundred steps.
As he walked, he felt the world infinitely expanding while he seemed to rapidly shrink. Reaching the front of the temple, the walnut-sized building now loomed like a towering colossus.
Ancient and timeworn.
Qing was astonished. With a flash, he retreated with divine agility, finding himself thousands of miles away after a few blinks. Looking forward, the temple still appeared the size of a walnut, a thousand miles away.
Yet, he saw no sign of Ji Feixue and the others.
Startled, Qing blinked back instantly and saw the temple doors had already swung open. With a wave surging forward like a tide, he rushed into the temple.
