Three Pages of Paper-Yaochi Arc (1)

Like an immortal realm on earth.

Ordinary villagers wore happy smiles as they tilled the fields and planted crops.

Children played and roughhoused endlessly in the fields.

Groups of women carried clothes to the riverbank to wash them.

Occasionally, a Yaochi patrol passed by. Rather than acting superior, they warmly greeted everyone.

These villagers were their elders—or their juniors.

The contrast with the numb masses outside was stark.

Perhaps that was why, when the illusion of the third page began, it first turned its lens upon the mortal world.

Only then could people understand that Yaochi had not been wrong in what it had done all these years. It was simply that everyone had their own thoughts and their own path to walk.

Lu Wu was dazed. Trembling, he stretched out a hand as if he wanted to touch the face of a child in the fields, but he was afraid. In the end, he could only hide in the shadows and stare foolishly.

"Little Liu Zi."

"Iron Head."

"Uncle Zhang."

"Aunt Sun."

Lu Wu clearly remembered the name of everyone in the scene. He murmured them one by one, took a deep breath, and tears unknowingly fell from his eyes.

These

Were once the people closest and dearest to him, the ones he had sworn to protect with everything he had for the rest of his life.

Until

Another Lu Wu appeared in the scene.

Compared to the ragged, aged, dispirited Lu Wu of today, the Lu Wu of the past was young, handsome, and full of vigor. He led a team down the streets, his gaze sharp and a smile at the corners of his lips.

Lu Wu froze.

Looking at his other self in the scene, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

This...

Was that who