Jingzhou City was bustling, the streets were filled with carriages and pedestrians, everyone bustling about, making for a lively scene.
In Wu Xingyun's memories, the city seven years ago wasn't half as prosperous as it is now. However, he still found traces of the old days thanks to some familiar buildings and shops along the way.
Soon, he left the city and headed for a mountain outside the city.
Carrying a basket filled with incense paper and candles, he walked towards a location he remembered.
Before long, he found a stone staircase and ascended it. The once desolate mountaintop had completely transformed and was obviously well maintained now.
A hint of cold mockery crossed Wu Xingyun's face as he had some sense of what had happened.
Soon, he had arrived at a grave.
However, it was completely different from when he had last left. The grave had been renovated. It was completely built according to the standards of a prince's grave.