Time flew by rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, evening had arrived.
At this moment, the sun was setting.
The remaining glow of the sunset spilled over the land, adding a golden hue to the earth.
Suddenly, gentle breezes caressed the face.
In Qingshi City, on the outskirts of the Luo Family Ancestral Land, a place rarely traveled by many.
Underneath an ancient tree that had stood for countless years.
A youth lay half-reclined, with his hands cushioning his head.
Just then, he yawned lazily.
He slowly opened his eyes, which were tinged with a hint of weariness.
"Time really flies fast..."
"To think, it's just a moment, and now it's already evening."
"Judging by the time, it's about time to head back."
"Today's rest was quite satisfactory, I suppose."
Luo Yao thought to himself.
He quietly stood up.
Apparently, he was planning to leave this place.
Yet, before he could take a few steps away,