The master of the tomb was none other than Li Xiuluo. In those days, Li Xiuluo had cultivated to great effect as a yin spirit, serving the Ghost Master and becoming entangled with Xu Yi.
Back then, Xu Yi had fought the Ghost Master. If Li Xiuluo hadn't sacrificed himself to distract the Ghost Master at the crucial moment, Xu Yi would have died right then and there. He would never have attained his current Golden Corpse cultivation.
Those people and events seemed to have happened nearly a century ago, yet when Xu Yi thought back, it felt as if they had happened yesterday.
After taking leave of Li Xiuluo, Xu Yi headed west. Before long, he had reached the borders of Guang'an Prefecture.
Although he hadn't lived in Guang'an Prefecture for long, he was unexpectedly overcome by the strange feeling of being close to home yet afraid to return.
The mighty Nielong River still flowed on, winding around mountains and through the city. Xu Yi sailed upriver in a small boat, taking in the riverside scenery as scenes from his days in Guang'an flickered through his mind like frames on a strip of film.
He made no effort to speed up. After a day on the river, he reached Furong Town, where he had first met Qiu Wa.
He had also scattered Uncle Mu's ashes into the Nielong River near Furong Town. Returning to the old place, the scenery seemed much the same, but none of the familiar faces remained.
He entered the town and found that the bun shop where he used to take Qiu Wa to shop was still there. The owner had changed, though. He ordered one bun and took a bite. Its flavor was just as he remembered, so he struck up a conversation with