The flower-lined path stretched a long way, more than half of it hidden in the darkness. Yang Qing and the others walked until they almost believed it had no end.
As though they would keep walking here until the earth grew old and the heavens fell into ruin.
Fortunately, after roughly another incense stick's worth of time, the surrounding darkness slowly faded, and a glimmer of light appeared ahead.
Only when they emerged did Yang Qing realize that they were in a courtyard.
Yet the furnishings and arrangement of the courtyard suddenly stirred a faint sense of familiarity in him.
It was a familiarity Yang Qing had not felt in many years.
He frowned, then suddenly remembered where it came from.
This courtyard was none other than the Yang Family's old residence in Little Willow Lane in Western Chu.
Only, the residence before him was still quite new, without any of the decay and desolation Yang Qing remembered.
Yang Qing carefully searched his memories. The courtyard of his old home had probably looked like this when he was very young, not yet four or five.
Back then, the Yang Family had been one of the more prosperous households in Yan Prefecture City. Though the courtyard was small, every detail was exquisite, showing how much care its owner had put into it.
Now, seeing this residence he had long sealed away in the depths of his memory, Yang Qing almost wondered whether he had fallen into another dream.
Yang Qing turned to look at Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou beside him. Seeing the shock on their faces, he knew that what he saw was real.
This dream realm was truly formidable. It had drawn all of them inside without their even noticing.
"This is the Yang Family's old residence." Mu Feng