In the Tianlan Star Domain, on an ordinary planet.
Xu Nian's figure appeared on a desolate grassland, with a vast expanse stretching out around him as far as the eye could see.
Xu Nian strolled across the prairie, feeling the breeze against him, striving to immerse his entire being in the flow of the wind.
The Denor Emperor had said to generate a communion with the wind.
Yet, these two words are easier said than done.
Communion is a mysterious and profound state, one that can only be understood, not explained.
So to this day, Xu Nian had no idea what this so-called communion was truly like.
For now, he could only wait for fate's opportunity.
But being able to take a walk, Xu Nian still felt much more relieved.
During this time, the pressure on his shoulders had not been small.
Until Murong Xue's memory was restored, he could not alleviate any of the pressure on him.
But to assassinate the Tiancang Sect Master, what an arduous task it was.
