Time passes silently.
Unknowingly, five thousand years have slipped by.
"Stand up!"
"Good day, Teacher!"
A large group of Nascent Soul Cultivators stood up and saluted.
Clearly, they were seasoned cultivators between domains, their every move should seem unfathomable, having experienced countless vicissitudes of life.
But in reality, these Nascent Soul Cultivators displayed an innocent charm, standing rigidly like obedient children, reminiscent of primary school students.
This was somewhat perplexing.
In fact, this situation is not uncommon in the eyes of cultivators who have experienced even longer time.
No matter how seasoned a cultivator is, they often exhibit a certain childishness in front of their mentors and parents, a trait that is difficult to change throughout their lives.
"Hmm,"
"Sit down, students."
Jiang Ding waved his hand.
Whoosh!
A large group of Nascent Soul Cultivators obediently sat down.
