Chapter 127 Crimson Gold Snake_1
The morning of the next day.
The darkness gradually gave way to light, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the fog, shining upon the serene and tranquil peak of Green Bamboo Mountain.
At this time, the majority of the clan was still cultivating or deep in slumber, Lin Tianming left his small courtyard and flew towards the mountain gate.
A period long enough to drink a cup of tea had passed, and Lin Tianming appeared in the square at the mountain gate.
There was still some time before the agreed hour, and neither Lin Shikang nor Lin Shihua had arrived yet, so Lin Tianming, having nothing better to do, examined the reconstructed mountain gate.
Several years had passed since the great battle, and the once riddled mountain gate had long been rebuilt.