The man's blood energy was astonishing.
When he emerged, his scarlet eyes were still somewhat bewildered.
It seemed as though he had lived through the ebb and flow of time, the changes of the sun and moon.
Just awakened from the long river of time.
Gently probing the world outside.
"It's been so long since I've seen this sky. What year is it now?" the white-haired man asked.
His voice was exceedingly authoritative, making anyone who heard it want to answer promptly.
Taoist Shiyan's expression changed, unable to resist, he said, "It's already the Holy Calendar year 1098."
As soon as he spoke, Taoist Shiyan felt it was somewhat unbelievable.
He had spoken voluntarily.
He could sense that the white-haired man hadn't intentionally used any power to influence him.
It was just a force,
A force of a person in a high position.
Everyone in this world has momentum; after being an official for a long time, there's an official momentum, making people dare not look directly.
