By the time Shen Lian stood up, Gu Caiwei had turned her head away. The moment he was on the shore, he was clothed with the feather coat. This was a spell that was akin to having an ace up one’s sleeve, and it was not a particularly special or unique spell.
After straightening his clothes out, there were wisps of black smoke surrounding him, and they went away along with the wind. The phenomenon was caused by the evaporation of the water from the River of Spirits, it was also known as spirit smoke.
According to the actual age of his physical body, he would be around thirty years old now. However, he still looked the almost same as when he first entered Qing Xuan, and there were not many differences. His features were similar to that of a young person in the mortal realm.
The days in the mountains were not calendared, and the passing of season was irrelevant. Shen Lian almost never changed.