"Is this the Profound Truth of Wood?"
Looking at the complicated and mysterious runes, he couldn't help but lament, "How did Sister accomplish this? Within a hundred years, she grasped the essence of the Primordial Truth and derived the little spirits of heaven and earth's profound mysteries."
"Mu Fan?"
Seeing that he hadn't opened his eyes for a long time, Lin Qingluo softly called out his name.
Mu Fan's consciousness returned from shock upon hearing his sister's call and opened his eyes slowly.
Runes surged in his obsidian-like pupils, and they soon regained their brightness.
"What are you thinking about?"
Lin Qingluo gazed at his eyes with concern, "Why did it take so long for you to regain consciousness?"
"Has it been that long?"
Mu Fan looked down to find his arms empty; Little Xiyan had been taken away by Hualing without his knowledge.
"It's been one Shichen."
