After entering Central Earth, the paper crane's speed gradually slowed. Like a wanderer returning with an exhausted body after drifting in solitude, it looked down at its long-lost homeland inch by inch in the gentlest posture.
Standing on the paper crane, Jiang Fan watched the magnificent mountains and rivers retreating beneath his feet and the bustling cities flashing by. His nerves, which had been tense for months, suddenly relaxed. A trace of a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he murmured, "If I were to die on the land that raised me—a land I have never failed—it wouldn't be too lonely."
The paper crane flew over the Great Wilderness State.
