The seventeenth year.
That is, the present.
In the sunny March, willow catkins fluttered in the wind.
At this moment, completely different from seventeen years ago, no one could have imagined that in just seventeen years, the world could undergo such significant changes.
Although the countries on Earth had not fully united, due to the presence of someone... no, a certain force, the global center had shifted to the East.
This magical land had finally revitalized its true vitality within seventeen years.
Minglun Martial School, outer courtyard.
Sun Shisheng, Wang Chao, and Li Hansha gathered together, manifesting their wills, standing in the void, watching a new batch of students enroll and focusing on... a certain student among them.
"That's Su Jie."
Wang Chao's cultivation was no longer what it had been initially; he could, like Sun Shisheng, see the fortunes and phenomena—a blue lotus rising slowly amidst the vast red dust.
