The Time Has Come

Different from what people thought, Chen Fan was relaxed at the moment. He donned an ancient linen robe, then A'Xiu tied up his black hair into a bun with a jade hairpin. He looked like a studious Young Master.

Chen Fan fetched a boat and traversed the Yan Gui Lake down Yun Wu Mountain.

The lake showed golden glitters in the sunlight; it had been a place sought after by tourists once. Many local people of Chu Zhou City would also go there to rent a boat and enjoy the summer sun with their families. But then, the entire city was in silence.

Many people had already left Chu Zhou City, as if they were running from an earthquake.

In just a couple days, Chu Zhou City was almost emptied.

On the other hand, many cultivators in China and around the world were heading towards the city.