The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

At night, the wind is no longer gentle, but icy and biting.

He fled the mountains and forests, but unknowingly walked back to the top of Phoenix Wing Mountain.

He still felt that only Senior Sister Hua could save him, not even the senior brothers and sisters down the mountain.

Looking at the faint candlelight flickering inside the cabin, he dared not go in.

Should I go inside and sleep in the bed? But what if Senior Sister calls Xiao Tao back?

He really didn't want to compete with a mud doll to see who could endure more fatigue...

If you sneak in through a window, what should you do if a mosquito accidentally gets in too?

Then it won't just be mosquitoes that need to bleed him dry...

"Sigh..." He sighed deeply, huddled at the doorway, letting the cold wind seep in. Just like when he first arrived here.

He recalled how he looked when he first arrived here; it seemed like he had changed a bit, yet it also seemed like he hadn't changed at all.

He thought of Lao Bai and Xiao Hei, their spirituality, Kang Ping Le's respect for them, and Hua Shi Jie's advice.

Chang'an suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed, "I think I know where to go now."

At this moment, the lake and sky were ablaze with starlight, its rays illuminating every corner near the cottage, including the doghouse behind it.

This time, Chang'an didn't hesitate for a second and immediately bent down and crawled inside.

There was neither a cat nor a dog in the doghouse, only Chang'an smelling the dog's stench.

Fortunately, the doghouse wasn't small; he could even turn over in it. There was also a thick blanket to keep him warm, as if it had been specially prepared for him.

He should have been happy, but now he felt utterly disappointed. This was Old White and Little Black's home; with their mystery and wonder, he should have been able to gain or learn something from it.

But all he got now was a felt blanket that smelled of dog poop.

"At least Jiang Xiaotao won't be easy to find..." With this only consolation, he wrapped himself in a blanket, curled up in a corner, and felt his head spinning and his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

In a daze, he suddenly found himself standing on an endless expanse of water, with a sky full of brilliant stars that shone like the eyes of his first love.

But there were no lovers on the river, only a swordsman standing quietly on the long river in the distance, with ripples spreading around his feet.

He was like the sword at his waist—cold and deadly, as if the entire river had become icy cold because of him.

"Jiang Han! What's he doing here?" Chang'an felt as relieved as a prostitute seeing her sugar daddy in a brothel when she saw him.

"Wait, how come I'm standing on water?" Chang'an didn't remember having such an extraordinary ability.

The next second, a person emerged from the water, his appearance obscured, but he was seen charging at Jiang Han like a madman.

His movements were chaotic, and his entire body was full of flaws. Even a novice like Chang'an could see that he was going to his death, and Jiang Han probably wouldn't even need to draw his sword.

But Jiang Han not only gripped the sword hilt, but also adopted a very serious and earnest stance in preparation for the battle.

Could this person be a top-tier expert? Is his chaotic gait actually a way to lower his opponent's guard?

A flash of white light, a head flew off, and the headless madman ran past Jiang Han, slowly stopped, knelt down, and sank into the water, never to move again…

Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Even Chang'an couldn't help but laugh.

But the smile quickly froze, because Jiang Han had turned his head and was looking at him coldly.

His sharp, piercing gaze was fixed on Chang'an's face. He gripped the sword hilt again, adopting the same posture, and walked towards Chang'an step by step.

Chang'an knew Jiang Han's strength very well, and he had no chance of winning if he tried to fight him head-on, so he forced a smile and said, "You're not planning to avenge your daughter, are you?"

As he finished speaking, Jiang Han suddenly rushed over with lightning speed.

Chang'an was terrified and stood frozen in place, too scared to move.

It seemed he was about to be killed by his own sharpest and most familiar weapon, all in a muddled and confused manner...

Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared before him, a figure so beautiful it took his breath away…

"Senior Sister!" Hua Chan suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chang'an was overjoyed, but couldn't help but worry, "Senior Sister Hua is indeed powerful, but can she stop Jiang Han?"

The next second, he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

It wasn't because Hua Chan was particularly capable, but rather because she only glanced at him lazily before leisurely walking away…

She was just walking past him...

The instant the figure completely disappeared, a dragon's roar was already echoing in his ears, and a swift and extremely cold light was already piercing towards his face.

He couldn't dodge, nor could he. Too many changes had occurred in that short moment, leaving him no choice but to stay put.

With a crisp "clang," golden ripples suddenly appeared before my eyes—the ripples created by the longsword's thrust.

This was a golden barrier, standing between Chang'an and Jiang Han, and it also blocked Jiang Han's domineering and unrestrained sword strike.

The sword stopped less than an inch from his face, making him almost stop breathing...

At this moment, Jiang Han suddenly turned his head, alertly sheathed his sword, and quickly ran back. He looked just like a blind man who had suddenly discovered that someone was stealing his things!

Chang'an, on the other hand, was like an old ox plowing the field, panting heavily.

After a long while, he slowly reached out and touched the golden cover.

"This is for locking you up, not for locking him up," Hua Chan said lazily from the side.

"Wh...what..." Chang'an was startled again, stammering, "Senior...Senior Sister, what...where exactly is this place?"

"The Star Water Secret Realm," Hua Chan replied expressionlessly.

"What is this place for? Why am I here? And why is my senior sister here? What does it have to do with me?"

Faced with this barrage of questions, Hua Chan rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "You should ask them about these things."

She had already slowly walked away when she finished speaking.

She walked in the direction Jiang Han was heading, yet she could easily pass through the barrier, as if it didn't exist at all.

Chang'an was startled at first, then immediately remembered the first words Hua Chan had said to him, and was greatly puzzled. "This...this barrier is really meant to imprison me? But why? I...wasn't I sleeping? Can I go back now?"

"Whether you can go back or not depends on your fate." It was the voice of an old woman, aged and stern, yet with a touch of kindness.

Chang'an hurriedly turned around and saw a magnificent white cat leaning against a noble and majestic throne, a throne built from the water flowing beneath its feet.

"Old...Old Bai??"

Such an exquisite and elegant cat, who else could it be but Old White?

Chang'an couldn't help but laugh, "Your voice is almost exactly as I imagined, except it's a little... old."

Old Bai looked at him expressionlessly and slowly said, "Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure."

"Home? Whose home is this?"

"This is my home." A rough yet somewhat simple voice rang out, and water flowed beside the throne, slowly forming a large and soft bed.

Of course, there was a lazy black dog lying on top of it; who else could it be but Little Black?