Immortal Travel of Longevity

The world was ever-changing, but Yu Hongdou's state of mind had grown much more peaceful. It was likely his many years of forging swords and striking iron that had changed him.

Yet, walking through this world, he inevitably absorbed some of the jianghu air.

Stopping at a ruined mountain temple at midnight, he transformed into a little man and scurried up into the rafters to sleep.

But later, a group of people arrived.

They were dressed very ordinarily, but gathered together, it was obvious something was amiss.

Their clothes were all too new.

Scattered in a crowd, they might not seem strange.

But gathered in one place, it was a different story.

The commotion woke Yu Hongdou.