Yi Lin Hermit nodded slightly. "Let's go back for now."
As his voice fell, Dong Chen only felt his vision blur for a moment.
When he came back to his senses, he found himself already outside Yi Lin. Before his eyes stood that bluestone stele carved with the two characters "Yi Lin." The moss on the stele was as before, the characters still indistinct, as if he had never gone in at all.
Dong Chen faced the center of Yi Lin and gave a deep bow. Only then did he slowly retreat. Step by step, after backing away more than ten steps, he finally turned around and strode off.
The Gua Wind had long since dissipated, the mist slowly closing in, covering the entire Yi Lin once more.
Shao Qian Nong leaned his back against the trunk of the old locust tree, his eyes slightly narrowed, a gleam of eager anticipation shining in the slits.
