Seven months passed just like that. In a blink of an eye, it had been a year since Shen Jiyu descended into this realm. The undercurrents in the cultivation world continued to grow thicker and more restless, it was reaching the time for the Dark Parasol to open and the struggles and battles for the keys had become even fiercer, rivers of blood flowing down the realm as cultivators fought for the fortuitous encounter that would ascend their sect or clan.
But the fire burning outside did not enter the newly famed city north of the Seven Sins Sect. A long line appeared in front of a small clinic as people waited to be attended to. The line was very orderly and no one was bargaining or using their position to vie for a spot. It was not that they had not tried, you see, it was just that the Wang Clinic had a very powerful cultivator backing it and they threw those who misbehaved around the clinic out like a bag of potatoes.