A massive stele, resembling a sheer cliff, stood before the North Gate of Taiching Prefecture.
Under the starlight and moonlight, the inscriptions on the stele shimmered brightly.
Beneath the massive stele.
"Young Master Zhao? Are you listening?"
"Ah, yes, yes! Where were we... Right, Sister Ning, what happened to this predecessor from six thousand years ago?"
Zhao Rong, who had been looking down, suddenly came to his senses when he heard the gentle call and looked up at the woman before him.
This Sister Ning, who had a pleasant temperament, stood with her hands clasped in front of her, her crystalline eyes unblinkingly fixed on Zhao Rong, her gaze seemingly filled with concern.
At this moment, upon hearing the question, she shook her head, "I'm not sure about that. There are few records regarding Brother Zhao, and though they might exist in some places, they're quite challenging to access..."
"Then... what realm of cultivation had this Senior Zhao achieved?"
