After several days on the road, Xu Yang finally saw Azure Sun City, nestled among the mountains-the city that had once left him utterly awestruck.
"I still have some scores to settle here."
He gazed at distant Azure Sun City, killing intent rising in his eyes.
Back then, he had gone to the Ghost Tower to trade, only for its people to turn on him and hunt him down for his goods. Although he had killed the Pavilion Head, he had never had a chance to kill the Ghost Tower's shopkeeper, one of the chief culprits.
"I'll settle that score when I leave."
With a thought, Xu Yang descended from the sky and soon reached familiar Azure Sun City.
It was the same as ever, with people coming and going after treasure hunts in the Cloud Ridge Mountains.
"Xu Yang?"
A startled voice sounded behind him. Xu Yang turned and saw Zhang Hong carrying an exotic beast over his shoulder, staring at him in shock. "Brother Zhang." Xu Yang smiled.
His gaze swept over Zhang Hong. The man's cultivation remained at astral qi mastery; he had not even broken through to the marrow cleansing realm.
They had once trained and grown together at the Mighty Far Hall, but now Xu Yang had left his cultivation far behind.
Zhang Hong's face had gained a weathered look, along with a hint of dejection. Once he confirmed that the man before him really was Xu Yang, his eyes widened. Several years had passed, yet Xu Yang looked just as he remembered. Time had left no trace on him.
"What brings you back?" Zhang Hong's voice held concern and the joy of seeing an old acquaintance again, as though he were recalling their days training at the Mighty Far Hall.
"I came back to