It was dusk in Ancient Zang. Far away from the country's center was Seven Moons Sect. Right then, it was shrouded by snow.
Snowflakes drifted down from the sky and covered the land. The white curtain connected the land to the sky, hiding most of Seven Moons Sect's splendor.
The exact same amount of time Su Ming had spent keeping Hao Hao company had also passed in Ancient Zang. Two thousand seven hundred years had also gone by in the land before him.
To any country, the period of the two thousand seven hundred years could not be considered as short. Even in the world of cultivators, many people would have come and gone during the two thousand seven hundred years.
