All living things woke up early in the morning. The rain in the surroundings began to fall, falling on the ground and making clear sounds.
Bai An stood in place, looking at the familiar scene in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, he had already returned to his former hometown.
This was the mountain city, the place where the ancient sword had fallen and was picked up by the ancestors of the Bai Family. The cultivators in the area didn't seem to have made much progress compared to a thousand years ago.
The existence of the Qi in the area restricted the development of this area. Even after nearly a thousand years had passed, it was still the same.
It had already been a thousand years since Bai An had left this area. A thousand years had changed too many things. It was a long time, even for cultivators.
