Shi Hao stood before the gates of the Martial King Manor—no, wait. The Martial King Manor no longer had gates.
He stood before its gateposts.
Carved railings and jade steps made the place imposing and magnificent. Even among the many princely manors, it had once stood at the very top.
But that was before.
Ever since Meng Chuan had kicked down its gates, the Martial King Manor's reputation had plummeted.
There were guards at the gateposts, but no one stopped Little Nonpoint.
News of today's events had long since spread everywhere.
The guards were hardly foolish enough to bar Little Nonpoint's way.
Besides, they had seen the slaughter he had left along his path. Their legs were nearly giving out. Who would dare stop him?
Most importantly, the last person to walk so openly up to the Martial King Manor's gates
had kicked them down!
Shi Hao gazed past the gateposts into the manor, his eyes deep with thought.
"I do remember this place a little."
This had once been his home. If that incident had never happened, he would not have ended up in Stone Village.
He would have grown up in the Martial King Manor, bearing the title of Born Supreme, glory piling upon glory and countless halos shining around him as he rose to the pinnacle.
Perhaps he and Shi Yi would have been known together as the Twin Stones of the Martial King Manor, their names shaking the Desolate Domain, hailed as a myth.
They might even have joined Demon Spirit Lake to cultivate together.
Back then, Stone Village would have been nothing more to Shi Hao than the Stone Race Ancestral Land of legend, a place with no connection to him at all.
Shi Hao suddenly felt that, from a certain perspective, what had happened