A convoy moved slowly through the mountain forest.
They had left the Land of Fire a day ago.
Yechen lay on a wagon, gazing at the dense forest around him and listening to the occasional chirping of insects, his heart unusually peaceful.
Then he closed his eyes, savoring the mysteries of nature. Without his noticing, his aura changed, as though he had become one with the world around him.
And so he cultivated the Primordial Chaos Devouring Heaven Technique as they traveled.
Before long, the seventh day arrived.
They had thought it would take ten days to half a month to return to the village, but only seven days had passed, and they were already close.
At their current pace, they would reach Konoha in about another day.
It was clear how eager everyone was to get home. Even their pace had gradually quickened without them realizing it.
Yechen understood perfectly. Many people in the convoy were like him and had not returned to the village for two or three years.
He was fine. He had few attachments to begin with, so everywhere was much the same to him. The others were different.
Most had families of their own, and naturally wanted to hurry back and reunite with them.
The one thing they could be thankful for was that the journey had been peaceful, without any unexpected incidents. If someone had died on the way home, they probably would not have been able to rest in peace!
And so, on the morning of the eighth day, the convoy finally trundled through the Konoha Gate and entered Konoha.
The moment they set foot in Konoha, enthusiastic applause and cheers rang out ahead.
Both sides of the road were packed with villagers, who cheered loudly at the sight of the convoy.
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