In an instant, the Ancient Stone Gate stood tall against the sky.
Through the eternally unchanging gray mist, it seemed as if a young girl stood on the opposite shore, her slender arms flailing in panic, as if startled by the sudden appearance of the great door.
"Master... are you calling me?"
"I... I have a bunch of friends here, I can't go there alone..."
Carefully Listening, Ye Hanjun finally heard the heart's voice of the past Taoist through the Faith Altar.
Perhaps due to the great distance, after uttering two sentences, the prayers came to an abrupt end.
Ye Hanjun stared at the slowly closing Ancient Stone Gate, ripples of thought crossing his eyes, murmuring:
"That really is Ruxin, that girl..."
"To transmit thoughts across such a distance, her rank must not be low, very likely at the level of a Saint..."
"Friends? Is it the beings of Flower God Valley? Even they have chosen to emerge. The busyness of this epoch far exceeds that of the Near Ancient Era..."
