It was obvious from the very beginning that the flow of time between the real world and the Garden of Eternity was vastly different. Breaths outside could pass like years here. Yet as Wang Chen's cultivation rose, that gap gradually narrowed. The disparity still existed, but it was no longer as absurd as before.
Seated in silent meditation within the Yun Family estate, Wang Chen observed everything from above.
Inside the Garden of Eternity, beneath calm skies and stable spirit veins, the Purple Lotus Sect flourished.
The two reincarnated souls grew rapidly.
Infancy passed like morning mist.
Childhood unfolded beneath plum blossoms and fluttering sect banners. The clang of wooden swords and the laughter of disciples filled the courtyards.
In what felt like a blink, the two babies who had arrived wrapped in swaddling cloth were now walking, speaking, training.
The sect elders watched with growing astonishment.
Rin.
