A month later, the old man who had spent three years with Mu Feng retired.
This old man, who was usually rather irreverent, had tears in his eyes and was full of reluctance when the time truly came for him to leave.
He had lived here for decades and rarely interacted with people in daily life. Aside from the supply delivery personnel who arrived regularly every month, he only communicated with online friends over the internet.
Now that he was suddenly returning to Star City, the old man felt deeply lost.
On the night before his departure, Mu Feng accompanied the old man on the fourth floor, drinking fruit wine, eating hot pot, and listening to him pour out his thoughts.
The old man said that returning to Star City had once been the goal he dreamed of in his youth. When he had first arrived at this breeding farm, not a day passed without him wanting to return to Star City.
But after staying here for so long, when the time to go back finally arrived, he inexplicably felt afraid.
Star City had once been his home, yet it felt utterly unfamiliar to him.
After decades of development, Star City's changes could only be described as rapid and ever-changing. Meanwhile, he had grown accustomed to life at the breeding farm. Raising spirit beasts had long ceased to be merely work or a task; it had become part of his life.
He was deeply familiar with everything here.
How many types of resources were in storage, how many environmental arrangements each floor's breeding areas had... the experience notes in his room were even his summary of an entire lifetime.
Most of his memories had been left here.
At their final meal, the old man got drunk.
He told Mu Feng