Chapter 136: Seeing Bai Qingyue

The corridors leading to the residential wing of the master pavilion were bathed in the soft, golden light of the mid-morning sun. As Lin Yuan walked, his Daoist robes gliding silently over the floors, he felt a profound, almost staggering sense of dissonance.

To others, and to the woman waiting for him at the end of this hall, roughly thirty days had passed. A mere month. A fleeting blink in the grand, sweeping tapestry of a cultivator's existence.

But for Lin Yuan, he had lived an entire sixty-year lifetime in the streets of Qingshui Town. He had aged, raised a son, and died an old man. Then, he had endured seventy years in the temporal void, waging a war against a tribulation.

It had been one hundred and thirty years since he had last laid eyes on Bai Qingyue.