197 Three Years

The Sun has just rose, sending blinding rays of light in all directions.

In the back mountain of the Yun manor was the blooming Forest of the Purple Bamboo.

The scenery of this place was absolutely beautiful just like a poem or a painting. Every time a gust of wind blew across, bamboo leaves were swept off the ground and danced in the wind. The translucent purple bamboo leaves waltzed in the wind like little fairies. This particular scenery was like a dream, where the beauty of it all was endless.

Above all, the air here was refreshing and densely spiritual. It was a prized location for training.

At this very moment, a youth dressed in all white was standing in the middle of the bamboo forest. His visage was handsome, his stance extraordinary, and his disposition in particular, was preeminent, just like a newly risen immortal.