Three days later.
Central City.
Daqian Dynasty.
An estate hidden behind the palace.
This estate appears ordinary, but everyone reveres it as if it were a deity, for it is the ancestral palace of the Daqian Dynasty.
The ancestor, whose authority shook the dynasty, though he has not appeared for a long time, his reputation remains astonishing.
In the deepest part of the estate, in an ancient courtyard lit by green lamps, sat an elder with grey hair and a robust figure, yet his face remained youthful. He casually held a bowl of tea.
"Ancestor, have you recovered?"
A woman asked excitedly.
If Ye Qingchen were here, he would surely recognize her; she was Chen Lan, who had once ventured into Hidden Dragon Mountain and owed him elixirs. Chen Lan was now brimming with joy.
The strongest presence in the Daqian Dynasty was naturally this ancestor.
With the ancestor alive, the dynasty remains unshaken.
