The Border Pass was bleak, with yellow sand filling the sky.
Beneath the blowing sand, the entire Border Pass looked lonely, as though not a trace of life remained.
An old man sat atop the Border Pass wall. Watching the windblown sand rise, he lifted a jug of wine in his right hand and took a deep swig. Only then did he set it down and let out a long sigh.
Footsteps sounded behind him. The old man turned and saw Marshal Liu approaching.
"Well? What do you think of the scenery here?"
Marshal Liu sat beside him, holding a jug of wine of his own. He tipped his head back for a long drink, then wiped the wine from his lips. "The view isn't much, but it has a certain charm. I've been here so long that I'm used to it. I got tired of looking at it ages ago, but for you, it must be something new."
Hearing this, the old man shook his head slightly, a contented expression on his face. "No. I could never tire of it. Ever since the Heavenly Demons destroyed our world, it's been nothing but ruins."
"After all these countless years, I've long forgotten what our world used to look like."
"Now that Lord Qin has brought us here, seeing a world brimming with life has brought back some of those memories."
Marshal Liu shook his head slightly and said nothing more. He merely raised his jug and clinked it against the old man's.
They both took another long drink. The old man turned his gaze back to the vast expanse of windblown sand, nostalgia growing ever stronger in his eyes.
The old man had not left the Border Pass since Qin An's battle with the Cultivators from those invading worlds.
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