Zhang Qingyuan left.
Though that little house held a special meaning for him.
It was the very beginning of those three oppressive years, when he had just transmigrated here, his heart trembling with fear as he hid within the sect and cultivated bitterly in hopes of gaining the strength to protect himself.
It was also because he had gone through those three years that he had later come to experience everything along this journey.
That little house carried the memories of the years when his mind had been at its most uneasy.
But time would pass, after all, and people had to keep moving forward.
The world, too, would continue to develop.
No one could live forever in memories of the past.
The only reason he had come here was that, after preparing to head to the Nine Continents Continent and enter a new world, he might begin another adventure. He did not know when he would be able to return to Yuzhou.
That was why he had come to the place where this journey had begun, to make one final farewell.
The harvest and insights he had gained along the way counted as unexpected benefits.
The opportunity the honest kid had received was also merely a casual bestowal. Zhang Qingyuan had been in a good mood after gaining something himself, had seen the kid diligently managing the place, and had done it on a whim.
He had not paid it much mind at all.
Within a few breaths, Zhang Qingyuan's figure had completely disappeared.
Only the honest-faced kid remained, practicing that strange Hammer Technique over and over.
Vaguely, he resembled the person from back then, repeatedly practicing Techniques and Martial Arts in the courtyard.
Yet neither the departing Zhang Qingyuan nor the simple, honest young man who was now