There was nothing more poignant than revisiting an old place. For a Vampire who had lived for over two thousand years, and whose past experiences had mostly vanished with the passage of time, revisiting an old place held an even deeper significance.
As Heiserana looked at the vaguely familiar neighborhood, her memories gradually grew clearer. It was as if she had returned to two thousand years ago, to the days when she had just awakened as a "person." Those were probably the happiest days of her life: the little Bat Spirit, forgotten for many years, had cultivated into a spirit and found her "mother" again. The Mythical Era had not yet completely ended, and all kinds of supernatural beings could still move openly through the world. Her life had been simple and happy. Vivian had not driven her away yet, and Heiserana happily followed her "mother" around every day. Life was difficult, but there was truly nothing to worry about. She did not have to fear Demon Hunter pursuits or conflicts with other supernatural beings, nor did she need to scheme against other families. The only thing she had to worry about each day... was probably her three meals.
Although three meals a day really was a major problem. No matter how much wealth Vivian possessed, she often could not exchange it for food in time...
Hao Ren and the others arrived before the stone wall that carried the little Bat Spirit's childhood memories. The wall was covered in childish drawings: a group of plump, abstract giant rats, several crooked trees, and a large table piled with fruit and pastries. The food was so hard to make out that if the table beneath it had not been barely recognizable, Hao Ren would never have associated the drawings with a meal.