Shi Feng walked past two dilapidated streets, and when he saw the tall gate of the mansion ahead, his body suddenly shook!
The gate was in ruins, that vivid red door from his memory had lost all its paint, covered in vast spider webs. The plaque that once hung high above the door now lay on the ground, split in two, covered in dust and ash.
This mansion clearly had been abandoned for many years.
Beimeng City still stood, but here, things were no longer the same!
"Youu Chen," Shi Feng softly murmured the name of an old friend, as memories surfaced in his mind.
Back then, he was not the all-powerful Emperor Nine Nether, just a Little Martial Practitioner on his travels.
"I am Youu Chen. May I ask how to address my brother?" At their first meeting, a young scholar in white stood amidst the Beimeng Grassland, his long hair and clothes fluttering in the Qingfeng, radiating an air of elegance and grace.
