People all have fears, and everyone's heart harbors more or less some unease toward certain things, Ye Xuan was no exception.
Ye Xuan believed that he could slaughter through myriad lifetimes without fear, even if it meant battling alone against the Nine Heavens, and would not shrink back even when facing Heaven and Earth as enemies.
Yet, this scene before him made Ye Xuan's soul shudder, uncertain of how to face it.
His kind mother, his little sister, his brother!
Three of his closest family appeared lifelike, smiling at Ye Xuan in a courtyard.
Ye Xuan's eyes were somewhat absent-minded; deep in his memory, this courtyard was where he once lived when he was only five years old.
It had been such a long time, so long that Ye Xuan felt as if he had been dreaming, a dream from which he had never awakened, as if it brought him back to that pure and innocent era.