The train returned to Chang'an, and Xu Xuan took a horse-drawn carriage up to Zhongnan Mountain.
Compared to flying, it was more comfortable to travel by train. It didn't require any effort and was quite safe with so many soldiers protecting him.
Wutong Cave Heaven, isolated from the world.
Xu Xuan had returned to this isolated place once again.
He took out a mirror.
In the Mirror Realm, more than a hundred years had passed.
Zhou Yuan showed what it meant to be ordinary yet diligent. Xu Xuan's luck was not always at a peak, and the hosts he encountered were not always the talented and brilliant type.
Zhou Yuan was one such person with some ability, but not much.
More than a hundred and twenty years old, Zhou Yuan had become an old man with white hair, possibly transformed by years of killing into someone fierce and ruthless.
Bai Zhu didn't cause any trouble. Sensing something was off, Zhou Yuan killed him first.
