When Lu Jiangxian was brought back to the stone platform, he quietly surveyed the courtyard with his divine sense.0

Watching Li Mutian slowly make his way in, leaning against the door frame to catch his breath with his eyes closed, evoked a wave of emotions within him.0

“I didn’t realize that so much time had passed.”0

The day Li Xiangping picked up the mirror from the river, Li Mutian was still the solemn head of the Li Family, his eyes reflecting the wisdom of years gone by.0

Now, he appeared as an elderly man, weakened by the passage of time, spanning over seventy years.0

Ever since Lu Jiangxian transmigrated to this world, he had always been drifting in and out of sleep within the mirror and thus, experienced time differently. Nearly twenty years had passed, yet to him, it felt like merely a month.3

The Li Family had risen to prominence, establishing itself as...0