Clutching the green tower in one hand, Qin Yu's eyes were filled with joy, excitement, and even a trace of timidity. All those years of effort, all those years of anticipation, now that the moment had arrived, Qin Yu's spirit, no matter how resilient, also harbored a hint of cowardice.
"Has it finally opened?"
The third layer of Jiang Lan Realm had opened, but Qin Yu felt as if he were in a dream.
He looked up through the hall's doorway, gazing up at the sky.
The sky was adorned with silky soft white clouds that drifted by.
A gentle breeze blew, scattering Qin Yu's long hair. He looked in the direction of the wind, through the hall's doorway to the courtyard. His gaze fell upon the Mistwillow Tree in the courtyard with its thousands of branches swaying. But at that moment—
Amidst the thousands of branches, the figure of a person suddenly appeared, as if they had always been part of the scene.
Familiar eyes, a familiar smile, a familiar face—everything was so familiar.
