The seasons turn, twenty years of withering and flourishing, the increasingly aged Gua Ye gazed at the familiar Jin Gu region, but instead slowed his flight. The courage he once had in leaving his hometown, and the longing for his homeland for two decades, had now all turned into unease and cowardice.
Gua Ye had never felt such fear, not even when facing the unfamiliar lands across the ocean, or the oppressive moment when the pharaoh of the pyramids lifted the coffin lid. Never as much as now.
Recalling the past, just because of a single word from the Sect Leader, a promise to the descendants of the immortal family, it had left its home, hoping to gain a future for its descendants before the candle burned out.
Gua Ye feared to think, what if during this period the Cat Immortal Hall had broken up, or the Sect Leader forgot this old crow, or if the descendants had declined, how would it face it all...
Thousands of miles traveled, twenty years like the blink of an eye.