Ming King Mansion, a certain inner hall.
With a thought, a silver light flickered around Su Yuan, then expanded into a vast, vibrating shadow of a world, floating outside his body.
Qingming Realm, recall!
"To hold a piece of space, the Path of Space is truly profound," Kong Zheng remarked admiringly upon seeing this.
Su Yuan cupped his hands in salute: "Ming King, you flatter me. Please wait a moment, I will fetch my teacher now."
Kong Zheng nodded slightly: "No rush."
With a flash of silver light on Su Yuan, he entered the Qingming Realm.
Within the realm, besides Yang Yifeng, everyone else had already left.
In front of the wooden house of the Holy Ancient Tree, Su Yuan gently knocked on the door: "Teacher."
Not long after, Yang Yifeng opened the door, his figure frail, his complexion dim.
"You're back, Su Yuan?"
Su Yuan nodded: "Teacher, you're awake?"
