At the foot of Azure Sky Mountain, Great An Dynasty.
Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi walked along the streets of the small town, looking at the lush green Azure Sky Mountain to the north.
After a hundred years, Azure Sky Mountain had long since seen blue seas turn to mulberry fields. The sect that had once been like a mountain village had now become a great and mighty sect. From halfway up the mountain to the summit, it was all splendid pavilions and halls, looking utterly imposing.
Unfortunately, Yu Qingyi felt somewhat disappointed as she looked at them. What she missed was only that small, peaceful sect from back then.
"Not going up to take a look?" Yang Zhengshan asked.
Yu Qingyi shook her head slightly. "No. My martial uncles have all passed away. There's probably no one there who knows me now!"
"Hehe, there are still a few people who know you!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.
The last time they had come to Azure Sky Sword Sect should have been sixty or seventy years ago. Back then, Hua Jinqiu had even introduced several outstanding disciples of Azure Sky Sword Sect to Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi.
He still remembered that Hua Jinqiu had adopted a child at the time, named Hua Mingzhu.
Unfortunately, they had only met Hua Mingzhu once. Even if they met again, there would be no old friendship to reminisce about.
"Let's go. We'll stroll around elsewhere!"
Yu Qingyi was only indulging in a little nostalgia, and did not have any overly complicated feelings.
Yang Zhengshan slightly nodded, then began wandering about the town like a Martial Artist of the jianghu.
They had come to Great An not just to reminisce about the past, but also to feel the smoke and fire of the