A Compound of Hooligans

After Xia Fei ended his three months of cultivation and arrived at the Aurora Clan's base in the Tarot Galaxy, never did he expect that he would be seeing such a state.

The colorful glazed glass walls were proof that the Aurora Clan had truly had its glory days, with a proud family history. It was just that the colorful walls had since become mottled, and though it had been cleaned, the decline of the clan could not be denied.

Radix looked like he was on the verge of losing it. Not even in his wildest dream could he imagine that, after his arduous journey, he would make it back to his clan that had become so desolate.

Xia Fei did not immediately enter the courtyard; instead, he turned to the teahouse right across the property and sat at a table near a window on the fifth floor. He ordered a pot of tea and snacks as he looked at the quiet courtyard.