Within the Starting Ground's grass house, a violet-robed Xue Ying opened his eyes. He had constantly been cultivating here during the past billion years. Looking around him, the grass house felt incomparably familiar. Unsurprising, as he had been cultivating there for a long time. He shook his head lightly with a smile. "It's time for me to leave."
He stood up, walked to the entrance, and pushed open the wooden door. He saw the white-haired old man sitting there, cross-legged. This made Xue Ying sigh inwardly. The old man had been protecting him, from the outside, for as long as he had been cultivating inside.
"Senior." Xue Ying stated.
"Dong Bo Xue Ying, why did you come out?" The white-haired old man was slightly startled.
