Home at last, Shi Hao's eyes turned red as he quietly stood for a long time before he calmed down a bit.
"Big brother, let's go, we're here. I really didn't expect this place to be so beautiful. Hey, there's a group of Pegasi over there, snow-white and shiny without a single flaw. Wow, one of them even has dragon scales, not just the usual ones." Big Black Tortoise shouted.
"Slap!"
Shi Hao slapped its "black pot," making its eyes roll back. Cultivators of the Escapist One Realm merely showing a bit of fluctuation is enough to make it faint.
"Be quiet, stop shouting."
Shi Hao took a step forward, still a few miles from the village, his heart warm. He was finally back, not an easy journey.
Not far away was a hilly area. Passing by, Shi Hao paused slightly. Back then, news spread across the world that Little Stone had fallen, shocking all the wastes, and he had been buried there for about a year.
