"It's been so long since I came back."
Chu Xingchen gently extended his hand. Layer upon layer of barriers verified him in turn, finally opening a path before the sect's main gate.
Bai Xuanling stood beside Chu Xingchen:
"Not coming back is a good thing. If you come back, either you're in trouble or someone else is."
Chu Xingchen chuckled as he walked inside:
"Can't I just be feeling nostalgic and come back to see the scenery? Nobody here has a high cultivation level. I can swagger around as I please without having to watch anyone's expression."
"What, do you have to watch other people's expressions in Central Province?" Bai Xuanling raised an eyebrow slightly. "Who in Central Province would still dare give Lord Chu a sour look now?"
Chu Xingchen walked slowly inside, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.
Although no one had tended the place for a long time, weeds had not overrun it. Chu Xingchen had cast spell arts before leaving.
Only the trees had grown taller, their branches more luxuriant.
The formation kept the wind out, so there was little dust either.
It was just as it had been when he left all those years ago, except the trees were taller.
After walking a little farther and passing through the covered corridor, they could see the clear little pool.
The stone chairs and table originally placed here had already been moved to Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge.
But even without the stone chairs and table, nothing stopped Chu Xingchen from recalling the sight of Chen Baiqing when she was still tiny, holding a book, with candied fruit set on the table.
Every brick and tile here had been laid under the supervision of his eldest and second disciples.
They had built it when they were desperately poor,