Children's laughter rang by his ears. Looking out, the Yang Family of today had been utterly transformed from what it once was.
The once vigorous young people had already been stained by the marks of time, while the old people who had once tended the grass and flowers had even returned to dust.
Under the cycle of reincarnation, these children overflowing with youthful vitality had been born.
This, perhaps, was reincarnation.
Yet an inexplicable melancholy and a trace of sorrow welled up within him.
He held life and death in his hands, yet at this point, he could not understand life and death.
He walked on foot until he reached the courtyard where he had once lived, then quietly entered it.
The children outside seemed unable to see him. Or perhaps, he seemed to have detached himself from the entire world.
He stepped forward, lifted his foot, and set it down. From beginning to end, not a single person saw him.
He saw the neatly arranged Training Stones, still standing there intact. Not far away, a tombstone stood erected in the earth.
Written upon the tombstone were the words: Tomb of Gu Mingyue.
She had said—
Even in death, she would remain a departed soul of the Yang Family and be buried here. In life and death alike, she would never leave nor forsake them.
Yang Chen touched the tombstone, as though he were touching the cheek of that gentle woman from long ago. The only difference was that he could no longer feel even the slightest warmth.
He let out a soft sigh.
He had originally intended to come quietly and leave quietly, but Yang Chen's eyes suddenly cleared. His palm seemed to have sensed something.
When he detected it, a mournful cry escaped him, carrying endless grief.
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