Going Back to the Living

Xia Fei was standing atop the mountain with articles of clothes in tatters and a bedraggled face, like a savage who lived in a primitive society. In just a year's time, his crown of hair had actually turned slightly grey, peppered with numerous strands of silver. It was a messy and dirty mop, appearing as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

He used his hand to tidy up his clothes and comb through his messy mop of hair before brushing a finger over his spatial ring and pulling out a golden bead, which he placed in his palm.

Phantom quietly watched him from the side, a little unwillingly saying, "What a pity. There's still plenty of good stuff here that we can't bring back with us; what a great Heritage Planet. The strength of the ancient civilization is truly well beyond what we can possibly imagine."

Xia Fei smiled. "It's fine. I've already gotten hold of what I needed the most. Since the rules of the land are as such, we ought to abide by them."