The verdant mountains stretched like ink scrolls, while white clouds floated leisurely in the sky.
Xie Xingchen, clad in black, stepped into the Black Dragon Ridge.
"Little Boo, is this the place?"
Little Boo popped out from his waist, glanced around, then shook its head excitedly: "This is the place!"
"Good, let's go in." With a flick of his sleeve, he rolled Little Boo into his grasp and merged into the ink-like scenery.
Hundreds of years had passed, yet his appearance remained unchanged—charming and handsome as ever.
After stealing the Heavenly Wheel from the Zhouliu Sect back then, he began his wanderings across the Myriad Realms, fulfilling promises while searching through realm after realm.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
When he stepped onto a particular spot, the surrounding scenery suddenly shifted. The verdant mountains and white clouds disappeared, leaving only chains of golden light wrapping toward him.
