That night, Feng Haonan, fully healed from his injuries, was arranged to stay in the area where numerous Lingtong with spiritual roots lived.
As a self-proclaimed transmigrator, he quickly familiarized himself with his current environment. After making sure he wasn't being watched, he hid himself under the blankets and triggered his Golden Finger according to the information in his mind.
His consciousness wavered for a moment, and when he came to, he found that his surroundings had completely changed.
He stood before a magnificent, classical pavilion, next to a massive stone monument. In front of the monument, aside from him, there stood two other figures.
One was a child of around six or seven. The child creased his forehead, an extraordinary momentum emanating from his tender frame, as if an emperor ruling over the world.
Just like him, the child was observing his surroundings without showing any hint of surprise, as if he had entered willingly. Some reminiscence? Uncertainty?
