He arrived at the cemetery.
The cemetery was located in the outskirts of the suburbs of the human city.
There was a drizzle of light rain, which made the cemetery seem eerily silent aside from the constant pitter-patter.
A few people were sweeping the graves of their ancestors.
Yuchi stood in front of the graves of the parents of the original owner of this body. He placed a bunch of wildflowers on the grave and bowed slightly, bringing a close to this loose end.
Yuchi was not bothered with how the world saw him. He just needed to have a clear conscience.
It had been a few days since he had gone fishing.
Fishing was very interesting to him, and he felt rather honored to be able to fight with these ancient existences.
"The true qi in my body has become stable. My condition is much better than when I just broke through to the martial flame realm."
