Time passed swiftly, and the years were unrelenting; in the blink of an eye, two thousand years had passed.
In the year 5723 of the Wan Dao Ji, on the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, amidst the chilling cold of year's end.
Within the abode of a True Monarch, Ye Fan opened his eyes, ending his deep cultivation session.
"How long have I been in seclusion?"
Muttering to himself, he posed the question.
Shortly thereafter, a spirit light flashed, and within it, a delicate figure faintly appeared, speaking to him in a clear voice, "Three years and seven months. You have five months left until your holiday ends."
"Only three years?"
Ye Fan smiled, feeling quite sentimental, "Has there been any news from the Scholar's Palace?"
"There have been no notifications from the Scholar's Palace, but your friends True Monarch Nanyun and True Monarch Cang Lan have visited."
"Oh?"
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow and then smiled, "Then send them a message that I've ended my seclusion."
"Yes!"