Perhaps it was a brief moment, or perhaps it spanned a millennium.
Coming to his senses, the Ancient Stone gate seemed to have been erased by the gods, leaving not even a trace in the real world.
Ye Hanjun was left staring blankly.
"I can't be mistaken; what was that?"
Confused and uncertain, he turned to look at the witch.
But the Desert Witch, newly named Huazhu and effectively reborn, looked bewildered, puzzled by what he was seeing.
"A very ancient aura, carrying an infinitely profound system of Principles..."
"Why did it manifest? Where did it disappear to? Does it have anything to do with me? Or...?"
With thoughts scurrying through his mind like sparks, Ye Hanjun found no answer.
As the storm around him quieted, the outside world gradually became clear. He was forced to abandon conjecture.
Having tidied himself and calmed his turbulent emotions, the first sight confronting him was the cold gaze of Bingji, as if he saw right through Ye Hanjun.
