"Within the white fog lies the ancestral land of our Tianjige!"
When the Master of Heavenly Secret Pavilion spoke these words, his eyes suddenly emitted a peculiar glow. His eyes were filled with deep affection and fervor; he had long yearned for the ancestral land of Tianjige.
「Inside the carriage.」
How intriguing. A small Tianjige was actually born from this miniature world...
A gleam flitted across Ye Yun's eyes, curving his lips into a slight, meaningful smile. Ye Yun was unaware of the origin of Tianjige. He didn't expect that within this small world shrouded in white fog, it held many mysteries; it was surprisingly the ancestral land of Tianjige. If this is truly the ancestral land of Tianjige, I presume I can find more useful clues. Anticipation filled Ye Yun's heart.
「Above the white fog.」
The two silver-robed figures continued their conversation.
