Palace
The night wore on and for the first time in a long time, he had the most comfortable sleep he could remember.
A single teardrop slipped out from between Hao Xuan's eyelids and fell down the side of his face.
Perhaps it was the memories attached to this place or maybe it was just his own imagination, but it felt like home, it felt like a place he could come back to.
In the Martial World where cultivators had lifespans in the thousands to even tens of thousands of years, in a universe that went on endlessly and where the only limitation was your own imagination, a place to call home was not a bad thing to have by one's side.
Everyone needs somewhere to belong. Somewhere to rest during the long and perhaps everlasting journey through this world. Somewhere they can come to forget all their worries and concerns.