The wind whistled as if it were the roar of a pack of beasts, the azure waves rolled heavily, then crashed against the towering cliffs, shattering on the pitch-black rocks and retreating. The sound gathered, vast and majestic, in no way inferior to the firmament.
The old Manor Master of The Number One Manor in the World, Li Jiejian, took the water canteen from his waist and poured water into his mouth.
His eyes were fixed on the barefooted old man sitting cross-legged on the highest rock.
Ever since he left The Number One Manor in the World, he had been closely following Kunlun, journeying south and then east. At first, he paid attention to the passage of time, but later, he focused solely on keeping pace with Kunlun, ignoring external occurrences.
How long exactly had passed at this moment, he did not know.
All he knew was that the East Sea had Penglai, yet this place was far more distant than Penglai.
