Several days later.
In Dongjie Prefecture, the region of Shuanglong River.
Yibai transformed into a gyrfalcon and soared into the sky, looking around, everything seemed unchanged.
In reality, seven years had passed.
Gazing down from the high altitude, Yibai felt a surge of emotions. When he had left, he was unaware of the true path, unversed in martial arts, and had traversed mountains and rivers, experiencing much. He had traveled from the north, twisting and turning to reach Chu Prefecture, and finally ascended the Immortal Mountain, met with the Immortals, learned the Taoist Spell, and mastered martial arts.
But what was seven days in the mountains turned out to be seven years outside, leaving him momentarily unable to adjust.
"I wonder how the Prophet is doing."
Yibai was very concerned about this old friend.
He swiftly flew to the upstream area of Shuanglong River, where he saw boats constantly passing by and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
