In the Myriad Hall, space-time seemed to have been cleaved open by a Heaven-Slaying Divine Sword, revealing a deep rift in its very fabric.
A figure emerged from the rift. His hair was bound by a Golden Crown, and he was clad in a Python Robe. His eyebrows were sharp like swords and his eyes shone like stars, projecting an aura that was wild and untamed—it was Su Han, disguised as the Nineteenth Prince.
"Three months have flown by. I wonder how things are outside."
The rift in space-time behind him sealed itself. To open it again would require the Sword-Shaped Imperial Seal in the hands of the Flying Immortal Great Emperor.
Su Han strode out of the Myriad Hall. Outside, the sun shone brilliantly under a clear sky. The weather was perfect.
Leaving the depths of the palace, Su Han headed straight for Tianxing Hall. He hadn't seen Li Qingyue and Li Mingliang for three months and wondered how they were. They were the only people he currently cared for.
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