Five days before Musk Mountain accepted disciples.
In the human world, a remote, desolate suburb.
Surrounded by dense bamboo forests, the bamboos themselves verdant and thriving. The forest was also filled with various weeds, blossoming nameless wildflowers, and chirping insects, which contributed a touch of vividness to the otherwise poetic scene.
The sky was covered with clouds, and a heavy downpour rained onto the bamboo forest, creating an interesting sound as the raindrops hit the bamboos.
Next to the bamboo forest was a simple thatched hut, where a young man knelt on the ground, allowing the rain to drench him, his sorrowful gaze fixed on the freshly erected tomb in front of him, after etching the words, the tombstone was placed.
"Mother..."
Dylan Grant wore a threadbare, patched-up garment, rough in texture but delicate in craftsmanship, it was evident that the person who made the garment had given it their all.
