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After class,
Jiang Ding didn't return to the dormitory, wandering aimlessly around Xianmen Sect, tearing through space and shuttling between locations, until he found himself unintentionally in his hometown, Rong City.
Looking around, people bustled to and fro.
Elderly people in their twilight years, middle-aged people bearing heavy burdens, spirited young people, a group of kindergartners wearing little yellow caps.
Old age, middle age, youth, childhood—it was like witnessing the entire lifespan of a person.
Glancing around, in his hometown, he couldn't find a single familiar face anymore; childhood friends, their children, all had turned into dust, remembered only by a few.
The family in this world was few and far between, on the verge of goodbye.
"Mother…"
Jiang Ding murmured softly to himself.
