"My disciple, let me tell you this, this world is truly backward," Zhao Lusi said.
"To be able to reach the Nascent Soul Realm under these conditions, one must be gifted from birth and blessed by the heavens. Anyone who succeeds is either extremely lucky or terrifyingly talented."
She cast Fang Yuan a bright glance.
"And that's why you should take this experience as if you are in luck."
Before Fang Yuan could respond, she clapped her hands lightly.
"now then, let us take a look."
With a wave of her hand, Fang Yuan felt a strange tug on his consciousness, as though something were pulling him out of his body.
The sensation grew stronger until the world around him blurred. Colors melded together, shapes dissolved, and the void twisted.
Then everything snapped back into focus.
He found himself standing upon the familiar streets of Coldwind City, only decades earlier.
The vision belonged to Lin Xi.
