Mister Mu let out a helpless sigh. “Things were fine before, when he still had his own River of Aeons and could discuss matters with the Great Master while also cultivating on his own. However, after his river rejoined the main stream of the River of Aeons, the only place where he can train in the power of time is the Mirari Realm. Thus, Zhao Ran, as the ferryman of this River of Aeons, cannot escape him.”4

Lu Yin felt a headache forming, but there was nothing that he could do.0

Greater Sancte Blood Tower had not done anything excessive. He simply wanted to discuss methods of using the power of time with Zhao Ran. However, she found the ordeals to be unbearable.0

They could not chase the Immortal away. If nothing else, he had sacrificed a branch of the River of Aeons to help Mister Mu’s breakthrough. Such a favor was far too significant to dismiss the man. Besides, even without that, Greater Sancte Blood Tower was one of humanity’s few Immortals. Any improvement for him would mean increasing the overall strength of their human civilization.0

Zhao Ran, this is just your bad luck.0

Lu Yin returned to the Lu Sanctum a short while later. The Lu family had produced a great number of descendants in recent years. While a few decades felt short, it was still enough to raise an entire generation.1

The Lu family...0