Drip-drip-drip went the rainwater, bringing with it a misty haze, slowly enveloping the whole forest in dense fog, making one feel as if they were within a tension-filled ink painting.
Lu Yuan suddenly recalled that more than 18,000 days ago, he too had leaned against a corner wall, alone, gazing at the boundless sky, pondering his fate for the next day.
Back then, the wooden statues in his hand represented his distant father, mother, and sister; beside him were only some books from the Meida Civilization, and a wolf.
A sense of loneliness suddenly welled up in his heart.
"Friends, I'm back..."
"This time, I'm just staying for a short while. Friends, thank you so much for leaving me some wealth."
"Over the years, I have gained a lot, experienced many stories. Would you like to hear them?"
Lu Yuan took out a piece of wood and a small knife from his Storage Space.
It was still carving, but now depicting Sky City, a tortoise, and Opium poppy, people.