Within the Immortal Worship Hall, occasional faint sounds could be heard.
Standing in front of the two side walls, Jiang Ruyi and Yan Shuangzi carefully placed each small Immortal Sheep sculpture.
In the depths of the hall, in front of the large Immortal Sheep stone sculpture.
Lu Ran stood motionless, eyes closed and hands clasped in prayer.
[More than four years, from the Mist Realm to the Heavenly Realm, not bad.] A low and hoarse voice echoed in his mind.
Four years?
Lu Ran's expression was mildly stunned, then he lowered his head and smiled slightly.
Oh right, it was in the year eighteen when I succeeded in honoring the gods, and now it's twenty-two, just over four years.
But these so-called four years feel like forty.
The journey has been fraught with too many events, especially during the days at Holy Spirit Mountain, where one year felt like ten.
[Small Human Clan, indeed your talent is exceptional.]
Is this considered an official endorsement?
