On the train, Zhou Ziang looked out the window, seemingly at the landscape, but his motionless, sticky eyes showed he was deep in thought.
The path back to Yunteng Sect was right before his eyes, yet he missed it.
The sunlight skipping on the train's glass fractured into rainbow colors, turning Zhou Ziang's pupils mysteriously ever-changing.
That vision, the scene it revealed, was oh so familiar.
It had been over five years, Zhou Ziang mused. Yun Guanzi becoming Zhou Ziang had already been over five years. He thought he had forgotten, but when those visions reemerged before him, they were so familiar.
The visions showed the Yunteng Sect, where Yun Guanzi had always lived and cultivated.
Jade Belt Waterfall, Golden Claw Cranes, those landscapes were so familiar, yet they seemed like matters of many years past.
In just a few short minutes, the visions disappeared, along with the cotton tree.
