Flying beyond the boundary marker, what should have been a vibrant and thriving scene was instead desolate, with empty houses and scarce human presence, a desolate sorrow pervading the air.
Beiting Huang could feel Yan Ye's brows gradually furrowing deeper, and a sense of guilt rose within her as well. If it weren't for the incident that happened ten thousand years ago, which caused Yan Ye to abandon the Yanmo Heavenly Clan, how could it have ever come to such a dire state?
As Beiting Huang was blaming herself, Yan Ye firmly took her hand, "Don't worry, as long as I have returned, this place will regain its former prosperity within a hundred years. I will surely leave our son a peaceful and prosperous era, not the currently devastated Yanmo Heavenly Clan."
