His gaze traveled down the mountain and finally settled on the little village at its foot. Xiao Yan dimly recalled everything that had happened in the past.
The figure of an exceptionally tall, burly man flashed through his mind. He was hammering a lump of iron with an enormous Forging Hammer while two children tended the fire beside him.
Xiao Yan felt rather wistful. Nearly six or seven years had passed, yet Tang Hao had only appeared to seek him out once. He had no idea where that old fellow was now.
Thoughts flickered through his heart before finally escaping his lips as a soft sigh. He turned to look at Ye Lingling and Little Dragon Girl beside him and smiled. "Let's go. We'll return to the village before discussing anything else."
The instant he finished speaking, Xiao Yan moved. A sharp crack rang out beneath his feet, silver light flashed under his soles, and he shot toward the village at the foot of the mountain. Ye Lingling and Little Dragon Girl followed close behind.
At their speed, the three of them arrived outside Holy Soul Village in just a few breaths.
Looking at the somewhat weathered words "Holy Soul Village" on the stone tablet at the entrance, Xiao Yan fell into a slight daze and murmured, "Holy Soul Village, it's been a long time. I, Xiao Yan, have returned."
Several years ago, the boy had awakened his martial soul in the Spirit Hall here, then left to gain experience in the outside world. Now that he had returned, a gratified smile appeared on his rather delicate-featured face.
"Back then, the village chief only hoped I could become an ordinary soul master. But judging by my current progress, becoming a powerful Titled Douluo someday isn't impossible." Xiao Yan smiled faintly