Two days passed by, a period during which Yang Zhen could do nothing, as countless people eagerly anticipated the upcoming event.
As dawn barely broke, Han Yan'er pounded on Yang Zhen's door, causing a resounding echo, and excitedly headed to his bedside, pulling him up.
Yang Zhen, with bleary eyes and a chuckle, asked, "Are we leaving now?"
Han Yan'er nodded and said, "The grand daoist conference is about to begin. I have a premonition that this will be the greatest gathering in the cultivation world, and I don't want to miss this opportunity."
Yang Zhen pursed his lips and replied, "No matter how grand the event is, it's for others. How many times have I told you, other people's paths are their own, and your own path is for you to follow. Don't take in too many things, or you'll end up confusing yourself."
Han Yan'er huffed and said, "I know, hurry up and get ready, we're leaving soon. I... I need to prepare a bit more."
