What was home?
Han Muye knew that it was not the Nine Mystic Mountain in the Heavenly Mystic Western Frontier, nor was it the three-story Sword Pavilion.
It was not the Ninth Heaven or the Imperial City.
In fact, it wasn't even the small courtyard within the Imperial City, the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion.
Home was people.
It was those who once walked with him.
Sixth Brother, Elder Gao Changgong, his Junior Sister Mu Wan, and the little girl, Zhihu.
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly understood his dear big brother, Lu Yuzhou's, thoughts.
Although cultivation was good, the mortal world was even more dazzling.
On the Yongding River outside the Imperial City, there was a woman who dressed up every day and waited for him.
Knowing that his cultivation had advanced rapidly and that he had obtained treasures like the Nine Essence Tower, his state of mind had become a bit unstable.
But Han Muye didn't mind.
