Heyang City, Thousand-Autumn Steps.
Returning to his senses from the sea of consciousness, forty-six steps had already been easily crossed.
Looking back down, the steps behind him layer upon layer are steep beyond measure, looking more like a cliff.
Shen Han looked towards the edge of the gathering, and surprisingly, Cailing was waving at him.
This little girl only knew how impressive her young master was, but didn't quite understand what over forty steps represented.
Standing next to Cailing, the Yun family uncle's expression grew increasingly solemn.
Last night, he watched Shen Han intently the entire time.
If Shen Han were to lose focus on any step, he would protect him.
Originally, he thought that at most, ten or more steps would be Shen Han's limit, but after ten steps, there came twenty.
After twenty steps, there were thirty...
After thirty steps, not only did Shen Han not stop, he even quickened his pace a bit.
