Chapitre 1600: Time Is a Passerby From Ancient Times Until Now

In the closed hut in the minor world where Li Clan's ancestral hall was located.

The furnishings were simple: a table, a chair, and a wooden bed.

Aside from these, there was only a single scroll of calligraphy hanging on the wall.

"He is like a devout pilgrim, forever searching for a temple that may not exist."

…

Outside, the flames were still burning.

Under the refinement of the sea of fire, the scroll painting in the cauldron slowly shone with a dark light.

Faintly, it seemed as though a voice was echoing from within the scroll.

"I… have forgotten something?"

"Is it regret?"

"Or was it that sentence?"

"Perhaps… I should have someone deliver it for me."

The voice gradually dissipated and was burned by the sea of fire.

…

The fire burned brighter and stronger.

The earthen pot hanging above it was red hot. The medicinal liquid inside grew thick under the intense heat.