When Tang Feng woke up, it was already three days later. The Divine Ship had automatically stopped at the foot of a mountain outside the city, which Tang Feng had specifically set.
The absence of noise felt a bit odd, making him wonder if he was somewhat self-defeating.
There was no way around it; the loneliness was overwhelming. Even if one day he stood at the peak, he would not be the least bit happy.
Many times, with the women not by his side, it might not seem like much in the short term, but over time, he would start thinking of them.
Once he found Xu Bing and the others, he would return.
Putting away the Divine Ship, he returned to the Imperial Fragrance Building and saw Bai Ningshuang. It had been over twenty years, and she was still the same, but looked extremely haggard.
Seeing Tang Feng, she thought it was an illusion. Then she realized something and quickly looked over.
The next moment, she could no longer control her emotions and cried out loud.
