Yong'an City.
On the outskirts of the city stands Rosy Clouds Mountain, which is now known as Xiang King's Tomb.
Two people stand atop the peak, pausing to gaze afar at the celestial scene.
It is akin to "the rising sun reflecting off the rosy clouds, a stroke of dawn beautiful as a painting."
"Disciple, how do you feel now?"
Luo Guanyun stands by, guarding the path, his expression concerned.
The mindset before a realm breakthrough can, to a certain extent, affect the success rate of the breakthrough.
This is also the mental test martial artists face when breaking the grand limit.
At this moment, Meng Chuan is standing at the edge of the cliff, stretching his arms.
The newly risen sun casts its golden light around, making his figure even more uninhibited, like an immortal in a painting.
He laughs heartily, "Splendid! Wonderful!"
Since winter came, it's been a long time since I've seen the sun fully emerge.
Luo Guanyun nods quietly to himself.
