Hu Liena watched the two of them tense up and sighed softly. "I was just thinking about how the gap between us and our junior seems to be growing wider and wider."
"He has several Titled Douluo guiding him, and his talent is one in ten thousand. Meanwhile, we..."
She knew that the gap between her and Lin Ze'an might never close.
But so what? She would never be content to fall behind. How could she know she couldn't do it without trying?
In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.
During those six months, Lin Ze'an traveled to many places across the two great empires, purging the Evil Soul Masters entrenched throughout the land.
At the same time, he was also rooting out the rot within Spirit Hall.
Their capture had purged Spirit Hall, restoring the confidence of the Soul Masters loyal to it.
Finally, after another two months on the road, Lin Ze'an returned to his village.
He stood outside his home, looking at the simple yet cozy little house.
Everything was just as he remembered, yet the passage of time seemed to have left it a little more weathered.
Time was truly merciless. Only now, on his return, did he learn that Granny Li had passed away from illness two years ago.
Uncle Wang had also died at the hands of the Evil Soul Masters, and there were others...
The old acquaintances he had known were gradually fading away.
Why were there so many Evil Soul Masters? Was it because of the limitations of his perspective when reading the original novel...?
Lin Ze'an stood quietly at the door, lost in thought for a long time.
In the end, he still didn't open the door.
The harbor of his childhood, the place that held so