After several days of travel, the two descended not far from Wutan City. Once they landed, Xiao Yan ignored Queen Medusa beside him and strode toward the wide-open city gates with a somewhat gloomy expression.
On the way back, he had already heard some troubling rumors.
As he neared the gates, Xiao Yan looked up at the huge words "Wutan City" above them. He could not help stopping as he listened to the bustling voices faintly spilling out through the gate passage. Letting out a soft breath, he murmured to himself, "Wutan City, I, Xiao Yan, have finally returned."
He stepped through the gates and passed through the somewhat dim gate passage. Then, sunlight suddenly flooded his vision. Xiao Yan raised his head slightly, and the crisscrossing streets, carrying a trace of warmth and familiarity, appeared before his eyes.
"Two years, and not much has changed." He smiled softly. The faint warmth of returning home eased some of the gloom on Xiao Yan's face.
He turned to glance at Queen Medusa, who was following unhurriedly behind him, then faced forward and quickly headed down the street he had walked for more than a decade.
Worried about what had happened to his clan, Xiao Yan did not stop along the way. He hurried down the roads etched in his memory, only slowing slightly when he passed several marketplace districts that had once belonged to the Xiao Clan.
Seeing how deserted those marketplaces had become, he frowned, though his pace gradually quickened.
More than ten minutes later, Xiao Yan expertly crossed several streets before abruptly stopping. He looked up at the massive residence at the end of the street, and the huge words "Xiao Clan" over its gates made him slowly let out a breath of relief.
Yet as he stood at