Jiang Ding flew in the sky, looking down at Qingfeng University.
It had been who knows how many years since he last returned to his hometown in Rongcheng City. His family's home in the residential area was covered in dust, and the people there had long forgotten that a boy had once grown up there. In a crowd of hundreds of thousands, not a single person knew him; he had become part of history.
Qingfeng University was taking up an increasingly significant role in his life, gradually beginning to surpass his hometown in importance.
Once, he had only a dim understanding of Immortal Baimei's feelings for Qiyu Sect.
Now, he was experiencing this new kind of attachment for himself.
In the seemingly ordinary gate entrance, the grass, trees, and rocks bore the emotions of a lifetime for a Golden Pill Monk, all the life's past, the laughter, and the tears, all taking place right here, too precious to give up except in life or death.
"The little ones are getting nervous too, huh…"
