Mount Sumeru Hall.
This is the palace next to Xumi Pagoda, where Xiao Yi is currently sitting.
He has fully recovered from his injuries.
Robust as a dragon and fierce as a tiger.
Merely waiting for Nantian Wen to take him to the Reincarnation Realm.
"Big Brother, isn't that old man Nantian Wen too slow? He said he'd be back in an hour, and it's already been three hours. Why is there still no sign of him?" Little Lin, with legs crossed, was nibbling on a Spirit Fruit, his pitch-black eyes rolling around, glancing towards the entrance from time to time.
Xiao Yi, who had been meditating with eyes closed, slowly opened them.
As time passed, his unease grew stronger.
His premonitions were always eerily accurate.
Xiao Yi's brow slightly furrowed as he said in a deep voice, "Let's wait a bit longer!"
At this moment…
