Chen Changsheng walked through the wetlands on the outskirts of the plain. He glimpsed that island of reeds and then went to that cave. In the depths of that cave, he saw the bones of that elder from the Setting Sun Sect, already picked clean by the monsters.
Then he went to Sunset Valley, slowly making his way along the mountain path of white stone, arriving by a wutong tree.
He didn't know he wanted to come to this wutong tree, he had just been following a feeling.
But this place also had no people.
There was no other person in the Garden of Zhou.
Not a single one.
