Ye Sheng had not seen beauty Zhou for more than ten years. Although to cultivators, ten years was just a snap of the fingers, to Ye Sheng, it was a very long time.
He went from the monastery to the vault of heaven, from the vault of heaven to the Celestial Court, from the Celestial Court to the battlefield of the epoch, from the battlefield of the epoch to the graveyard of the universe, and finally to the seventh world.
Now that he was in front of Beauty Zhou, Ye Sheng actually felt that his feet had taken root, and he felt a little homesick.
Ever since Beauty Zhou and he got married, they had lived together less and apart more. To be honest, Ye Sheng felt very guilty towards her.
The mountain was towering, and its peak was like a sword, piercing straight into the sky. The forest was covered with vegetation, lush and verdant, and extremely beautiful.