Yan Yu sat in the pavilion, watching the torrential river flow eastward, and felt a subtle sense of relaxation.
Just like this, ceaselessly, day and night.
Compared with the relentless river of time, what were women? And what was the battlefield?
Hmph, nothing but fleeting epiphyllum flowers.
As Yan Yu was immersed in his contemplation, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Although the incoming number was a string of digits, he recognized the caller immediately.
"Hello?"
"Yan Yu," Chen Tianming said calmly, "an entrance to a Mysterious Realm has appeared on Black Dragon Isle."
"Oh," Yan Yu asked, "so what?"
The emergence of a Mysterious Realm was not a strange occurrence. In this era of Spiritual Energy Resurgence, Mysterious Realms sprouted like mushrooms after rain all over the globe, and it would have been strange had they not appeared.