The mountain does not know its own height.
The land does not know its own breadth.
Thus, the river flows relentlessly.
A mere fifty years.
A flying bird entered the gates of Xiyue Sect, landing atop Niantang Mountain.
In the last fifty years, the peach blossom forest on Niantang Mountain, favored by the female cultivators of Xiyue Sect, witnessed a figure emerging from behind the woods.
"Has it been fifty years already?"
Chu Ning looked somewhat bewildered, as this was the longest seclusion he had ever taken.
Fifty years of meditation had finally allowed him to break through to the Golden Core Mid Stage.
If one were to count from when he entered the Golden Core stage, it took him nearly ninety years to advance from the Golden Core Initial Stage to the Mid Stage.
Ninety years was already a long life for an ordinary mortal.
"A forest of peach blossoms, planted by my wife in the year she wandered off, now stands tall and lush as a canopy."
