After three months, Xu Shiye stood at the edge of Fallen Star Ridge.
Behind him lay death and rebirth.
Ahead lay the cultivation world that had discarded him.
He turned once, bowing slightly.
"Thank you," he said to the land.
"Now it's my turn."
After three months, Xu Shiye stood at the edge of Fallen Star Ridge.
Behind him lay death and rebirth.
Ahead lay the cultivation world that had discarded him.
He turned once, bowing slightly.
"Thank you," he said to the land.
"Now it's my turn."