On the mountaintop, Jiang Ming opened his eyes.
Ye Hongyu and Shanshan stared at the scene before them, feeling somewhat dazed for a moment.
Twenty years in the Spiritual World, but just a finger snap's time in this world.
The change was too drastic.
Sea of vicissitudes, human world ages.
After a long time, Shanshan calmed her spirit, looked at the distant mountains and rivers, then turned to Jiang Ming, showing a gentle smile: "A dream of the Yellow millet? No, it's a second life. Jiang Ming, I'm going to cultivate, wait for me!"
Without any sentimentality, she promptly turned into a stream of light and left.
"A twenty-year dream, truly unwilling to wake up!" Ye Hongyu murmured, "In that world, materials are abundant, and technology is colorful, which makes people linger. I really wish to be intoxicated there forever. However..."
