The second day of the second month, the beginning of Mid-Spring Mao Month.
This day held an extraordinarily special meaning for Su Yi, who had been reincarnated and cultivated anew.
Eighteen years ago today, he had been born into this world.
Fourteen years ago today, his mother, Ye Yufei, had succumbed to illness and passed away.
And on this very day last year, having recovered the memories of his past life, he had astonished everyone at the Dragon Gate Meet on the Great Cang River outside Guangling City, draining the cup of glory and grace.
And now, it was once again the second day of the second month!
All manner of memories from the past surged into Su Yi's heart.
"A year has passed..."
Su Yi rose to his full height and walked out of the main hall.
It was the dead of night, and the night wind whispered softly.
Though the Assembly of Immortals Sword Tower Ruins was concealed beneath the power of restrictions, the lofty, distant starry firmament remained clearly visible.
Su Yi took out a rattan chair and lazily reclined in it, his eyes gazing into the starry sky, his heart filled with an indescribable serenity.
A year had passed.
He had severed many karmic ties, settled many debts of gratitude and enmity, and tempered his Dao Xing to a level far beyond what it had been in the same realm in his past life.
Yet as he recalled everything that had happened over the past year, Su Yi felt little sentiment in his heart.
His only regret was that, even now, he still felt no real sense of belonging to the Azure Green Continent. The people he cared for and worried about amounted, in the end, to only a scant few.
"Wherever my heart finds peace,