On her first day back in Ying City, Xu Shuhui knelt all night in the ancestral hall, making up for all the greetings not said and visits not made over the years in that single evening.
For over a decade, she had lived a blissful life, yet Yuanzhou was the place where she had grown up, with all that was familiar to her. How could she simply forget it?
This continent, brimming with poetry and romance, was the homeland that haunted her dreams countless times. To her, the punishment of the Heavenly Phoenix Sword Saint seemed no different from a reward.
Later on, news that the great floods of Longxi had submerged the cities of Xiling, Shengping, and Clear Water finally reached Yuanzhou. What others mentioned in passing hit Xu Shuhui with the impact of a bolt from the blue.
