Time Is a Passerby From Ancient Times Until Now
Editor: Atlas Studios
In the closed hut in the minor world where Li Clan's ancestral hall was located.
The furnishings were simple: a table, a chair, and a wooden bed.
Aside from these, there was only a single scroll of calligraphy hanging on the wall.
"He is like a devout pilgrim, forever searching for a temple that may not exist."
…
Outside, the flames were still burning.
Under the refinement of the sea of fire, the scroll painting in the cauldron slowly shone with a dark light.
Faintly, it seemed as though a voice was echoing from within the scroll.
"I… have forgotten something?"
"Is it regret?"
"Or was it that sentence?"
"Perhaps… I should have someone deliver it for me."
The voice gradually dissipated and was burned by the sea of fire.
…
The fire burned brighter and stronger.
The earthen pot hanging above it was red hot. The medicinal liquid inside grew thick under the intense heat.