It was already mid-March by the time the North Region Dao Meet ended.
It was only about 20 days away from 5th April.
On this day, a group of cultivators arrived above the old capital of Yan Country.
The leader wore green robes and had black hair that flowed down like a waterfall. His eyes were clear - it was Su Zimo.
Monkey, the spirit tiger, Qing Qing, Night Spirit, the Golden Lion, Ke Ke and Nian Qi stood behind him.
Su Zimo looked at his homeland with a conflicted expression.
Because the capital was trampled by the cultivators of Glass Palace in the past, it had long been reduced to ruins and no longer flourished.
After more than a hundred years, this place was still deserted.
There were some dilapidated walls and courtyards that might still have some traces of the past.
Su Zimo said nothing and watched in silence.
Tears welled up and his vision gradually blurred.