Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
In a small town beneath the island where the Spirit Race was located, two figures, one large and one small, stood still. They were travel-worn, looking as if they had come from very far away.
Cao Yun wore plain black robes, his long black hair casually tied up. His appearance had changed greatly, now ordinary in appearance. On the surface, his strength had advanced to the initial stage of the Quasi-Saint Realm. But in truth, no one could determine exactly what realm his strength had reached.
The small figure was none other than Qin Hao. Though not yet ten years old, from the outside he appeared no different than a teenager, even a head taller than Cao Yun beside him.
