The sound of children at play reached his ears, and looking around, the Yang family now seemed much different from before.
The once-vibrant young people had been touched by the traces of time, and the elders who used to protect the grass and flowers had turned to dust.
Under the cycle of reincarnation, these youthful children were born.
This, perhaps, is the reincarnation.
However, there was an inexplicable sense of melancholy and sadness.
He held control over life and death, but now, he couldn't even understand life and death.
He walked to the courtyard where he once lived and quietly entered.
The children outside seemed to not see him at all, or it could be said that he seemed to be separated from the whole world.
He took a step, lifted his foot, and put it down, but no one saw him from beginning to end.
He saw the neatly arranged Training Stones, still intact and placed there, and not far away, a tombstone stood upright in the soil.
