"This is..."
Zhou Yan looked around, slightly startled.
At first, his memory was a bit fuzzy, but soon, he remembered that this place was an unnamed barren mountain outside of Carefree Main City.
Carefree Main City was the small town where the Zhou Family had lived back then.
Everything hadn't changed much, but now, all was changed beyond recognition.
Zhou Yan soared into the void, stepping on the Broken Worry Sword, flying with sword flight.
Below his feet, white clouds passed by.
Familiar places, familiar scenery, what was unfamiliar were the people who no longer recognized him.
Zhou Yan flew all the way to Bishui Cold Pond where he had practiced his swordsmanship.
He came to the old house of the Zhou Family, to the yard he remembered, to the place where his father often got drunk.
These places, now, were empty and desolate, a picture of silence.
On the table, there was a thick layer of dust.
