Time passed by leisurely, and in the blink of an eye, several years had gone by.
During these years, Ye Feng had always been amidst the starry river. Everything in the stars remained as ashes and desolate as before, with not the slightest change.
As the years passed, Ye Feng had gained an aura of world-weariness.
This sense of weariness painted his body, making him much more reserved.
Looking at him this way, he was just like an ordinary mortal without any cultivation, and Ye Feng's heart also calmed down even more.
"Years have passed, and I've traveled to countless places, yet there is still no information. Even the soul injuries sustained from killing those two people have not fully healed in this time. This soul injury is severe; my cultivation may eternally be fixed at this stage, and even the fallen cultivation might never recover."
Such thoughts flashed through Ye Feng's mind, causing his brows to furrow.
