In just a mere twenty-odd years, the Celestial Master Mansion had endured countless turmoils, and the Great Tang outside its gates was no different.
In such tides of the era, some drifted like duckweed with the current, while others transformed into wave-riders, each following their own fate—truly, who could say how it would unfold?
*Since things had come to this, he could only hope that more would rise from their sect to stand atop the tide, so that the Celestial Master Mansion, like a ship, might weather the storms...* Du Yu prayed silently in his heart.
Lei Jun walked out of the Tao Boy Court, and happened to run into his familiar fellow disciple, Luo Haoran.
Walking with Luo Haoran was a young girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen.
Lei Jun glanced at her, noting that her real age matched her appearance.
She didn't seem to have any problems like being possessed by another's soul.
"Elder Lei," Luo said with a smile, doing a Taoist salute alongside the young girl.
