Twenty years!
Hong Yuan and the others' faces turned deathly pale.
They're already nearing eighty years old—if you add another twenty, the four of them, the older generation, would probably be in their graves by then.
Twenty years, huh?
It's not entirely unacceptable.
Lu Chang'sheng thought to himself.
Honestly, that timeline was just about right for him.
In a little over ten years, his main Root Bone talent would finally break past ten points—if his guess was correct, by then he'd most likely awaken his Spirit Root.
By then, entering the Spirit Realm wouldn't be too late.
"Enough—there's not much time left, let's end this for now."
As the speaker's words faded, under Lu Chang'sheng's reluctant gaze, Li Nangua stepped into the rift, turning back three times with every stride.
"Nangua, wait for me!"
Lu Chang'sheng blurted out.
In the next instant, Li Nangua's figure vanished into the rift.
