The stars in the sky sometimes seem so close, as if they are suspended right above our heads, embedded in the deep, dark expanse. Standing on a mountain, it feels like you could reach out and touch them.
Yet in reality, the stars we see might be casting light that originated thousands of years ago.
Chen Ji didn't know how long Xuanyuan had lived, such that he could casually spend 434 years just laying the groundwork for his cultivation.
He looked at Crow, "Uncle Crow, do you know about Lu Yang, the Mountain Master of the Jing Dynasty Martial Temple?"
Crow actually nodded.
Chen Ji then asked, "Do you know how old he is?"
Before Crow could respond, Old Yao came out with his hands behind his back. "Why aren't you sleeping early in the morning, and instead asking about Lu Yang?"
