As he lay unconscious, Tang San had a dream—a dream he did not want to wake from.
Looking at the two words "Tang Sect" written on the plaque above the gate, he felt as though he had returned to his previous life.
Tang San murmured, "I... I'm back?"
He raised his hand. His nails were perfectly intact, and there was not a single wound on his body.
Before he knew it, tears had fallen from the corners of his eyes. Was this a dream?
Did Douluo Continent... truly exist?
Were his parents and Xiao Wu all illusions, things that had never existed?
"Tang San, what are you doing here?"
Just as countless thoughts ran through Tang San's mind, an aged yet powerful voice rang out.
Tang San looked up and saw the Great Elder. His face was still as kind as ever.
Seeing an old acquaintance again, he could not help feeling emotional.
"I... I, Great Elder, I..."
The Great Elder slowly approached and smiled kindly. "Come with me."
As if possessed, Tang San followed him, his movements stiff like those of a puppet on strings.
Gradually, half an hour passed.
Ghost's Sorrow Cliff.
The Great Elder and Tang San stood at its edge. Looking down, they saw nothing but pitch-black darkness, bottomless and unfathomable.
"Tang San, do you still remember this place?"
Tang San nodded woodenly. "I remember. This is Ghost's Sorrow."
The Great Elder stroked his long beard and sighed. "Yes. This was where you jumped all those years ago. Ah, fate truly toys with people..."
Tang San fell silent and merely stared blankly into the depths below.
"Are you still unable to let go of what happened back then?" the Great Elder asked.
Tang San shook his head. "This disciple would not dare."
The Great Elder sighed.