In the practice of cultivation, years mean little. Though three full years had passed, Liu Shuying vaguely felt as though only a few days had gone by. With a lifespan of eight hundred years in the Nascent Soul Realm, Liu Shuying was still only twenty-one, and her life stretched out endlessly before her.
Her father, however, was a different story.
Early that morning, Liu Tianxin of the Liu Family was practicing martial arts in the courtyard. As he finished a set of fist techniques, his gaze swept over the stone table and stone stools in the yard, filled with a deep sense of longing.
Chapter 111