At that time, the young man wore a thin spring shirt, a bank of misty rain, and apricot blossoms felt chilly.
Who would know of the old stories of Jiangnan? The Daoist child called out the name Chu Chaoran.
Golden light filled the land, spirits arose from nature. That Daoist child uttered a name destined to be revered worldwide later on, eyes fierce and watching the Three Corpses Daoist, who was amidst a great tribulation but was to become the world's foremost powerhouse.
With fate's intricate arrangements, the wheel of destiny thus began to turn, rolling forward relentlessly.
