By the time Ye Jingcheng had finished making the arrangements, it was already late. The dim red setting sun cast one long shadow after another across the land.
That long-lost warmth made Ye Jingcheng narrow his eyes.
His entire body and mind relaxed.
This time, he did not fly, instead striding swiftly toward Sky Shadow Peak.
Along the way, one clansman after another greeted him.
Some were people he knew, but most were names he could no longer recall. Within his vast memories, he could only see many similar outlines.
He knew well that many of the faces in his mind might never be seen again.
Foundation Building Cultivators lived two hundred and fifty years, Purple Mansion Cultivators five hundred, and only Golden Core cultivators could live for a thousand years.
Ye Jingcheng himself was already five hundred and sixty-three years old.
Those of his own generation who had not broken through to the Golden Core Realm had most likely already passed on.
Countless faces surfaced in his mind, especially those who had not appeared when he underwent his tribulation. A trace of sorrow immediately entered his eyes.
Of course, there was even more regret—regret that he had not shared one proper drink with them before their final moments...
When Ye Jingcheng reached his cave abode, the setting sun had sunk even further. Only one corner remained at the end of the Sea of Sand, reflecting off the many surviving Spirit Enhancing Woods.
The apricot trees in the courtyard were blooming brilliantly, and quite a few people had gathered there.
Among them were descendants such as Ye Qing Nian and Ye Qing Feng, as well as Ye Xuecang, Ye Xuefan, and Ye Haicheng. There were also Jingyu, Jinghu, and Jing Li of the Jing Generation, who had been inseparable from