Half a day later.
Yunxi District, shantytown.
The endless Three Thousand Great Mountains were shrouded in a cold mist, the uneven shanty houses on both sides appearing desolate and rundown.
As the carriage slowly traveled along the muddy and familiar road, the atmosphere inside the carriage became somewhat subtle.
"Master, did we used to... live here?"
Qing Jun lifted the curtain, looking at the low, dilapidated, and crooked houses outside the window, and the ragged children playing at the alley entrance, her little face full of disbelief.
She had only been away for a few months, but the home that was once familiar despite its shabbiness now felt so strange and... unbearable, after experiencing the grandeur of the Lingyin Sect and the serene elegance of Lisong Valley.
Chen Ye raised the curtain for Qing Jun, also looking at everything before him with complicated emotions, feeling as if a lifetime had passed in a blink.
It seemed,
