A year's time for high-level cultivators passes in the blink of an eye.
When Han Yi arrived at Zhengyang Pavilion, Li Zhengyang had already been waiting inside for quite some time.
However.
What made Han Yi's heart sink was the state Li Zhengyang was in; he appeared weak at first glance, and upon sensing further, his aura had plummeted to that of a Spirit Transformation Peak, a far cry from his half-immortal state.
A year ago when Han Yi saw him, he was at the peak of half-immortal.
Even more suspicious was the fact that, aside from his aura, Li Zhengyang showed no signs of injury.
It was more like some kind of… curse?
In an instant, Han Yi subconsciously speculated about Li Zhengyang's condition, which also gave him an ominous premonition.
Seeing Han Yi enter Zhengyang Pavilion, Li Zhengyang stood up, and though he appeared weak in spirit, he seemed otherwise normal.
"Han Yi, you've finally arrived. Come, let's talk inside."
