He wanted to go back...
He missed his master, missed his senior brother, missed his junior brothers, missed everything in the human world.
Hometown, homeland, old friends, all these reflections!
Is the master still so serious, will he give me a smile?
Has the leg of my senior brother, which was gnawed by the Blood Soul Ants, healed? Does it still make him suffer unbearably at midnight on the fifteenth of each month, forcing such a strong person to bite through several ironwood sticks?
As for the unfortunate Fourth Junior Brother... The grave should not be desolate, but without my yearly incense, is it lonely?
And that exceptionally gifted little junior brother, I wonder how strong he is now, can he firmly hold the first position?
Countless emotions forged into a spear.
At this moment, the man named Xiong Sansi...
