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After fleeing in defeat, Lu Ran traveled through many places in the Holy Spirit Mountain Realm before finally arriving at the sect's former grounds—Yunhai Cliff.
The weather here was peculiar.
Dark clouds hung overhead, and a fine rain pattered down, yet the distance lay beneath a clear sky stretching for thousands of miles.
Lu Ran hesitated for a moment before deciding to settle here. Perhaps the drizzle would soon stop, and perhaps, at dusk, he would see a beautiful evening glow.
That was exactly what the Xiaguang Saber needed.
Returning to his old home filled Lu Ran with countless sighs.
The sect's former grounds, once like Shangri-La, were now desolate, with crumbling walls and shattered ruins faintly visible everywhere.
Only Lu Ran's Yunhai Dwelling still stood quietly amid the mountain forest. Yet after years of wind and rain, it had become terribly dilapidated.
Standing in the weed-choked little courtyard, Lu Ran gazed at the familiar house and suddenly recalled a lyric.
"Rain falls in a flurry; grass and trees grow deep in the old homeland."
Lu Ran hummed softly as scenes from the past continued to surface in his mind.
He had once lain on the rocking chair in this little courtyard with Xiao Ruyi, watching the stars together.
He had once gazed through the carved wooden window in his bedroom at the swaying Xianmo flower tree in the courtyard, breathing in its faint fragrance as he drifted to sleep.
He had also once gathered clusters of bonfires in the backyard, laughing and playing with close friends and family.
"Can't go back anymore."
Lu Ran murmured. His raised hand paused before the house door, stiff for a long while, but in the end, he still did not push open the old wooden door.
If one day in the future,