Junlin received a new assignment from his mother: "Come home and meet your uncle."
At the time, Junlin wondered, Who is my uncle?
Yanbai's explanation was perfectly clear. "Your uncle is Madara, who reincarnated into another world."
Then Yanbai added that Muye and Silver Moon would keep Madara company alongside him. Seeing Junlin's horrified expression, Yanbai smiled and said, "Get along nicely."
Junlin felt utterly miserable.
The Princess Mausoleum lay shrouded in rain.
Because it was so ancient and had so often been battered by different elements, the trees here had grown into strange shapes and towering heights.
The entire forest was twisted, as though a giant's hand had churned through it.
Braving the storm, Junlin headed alone toward the gloomy mausoleum at his mother's request.
Once he entered the mausoleum's front door.
The first thing Junlin had to do was dry himself off with Wind Release.
Then he had to find his own wardrobe in the preparation room beside the entryway and change into the lounge clothes kept there before he could enter the building proper.
The instant he stepped into the living room.
The air immediately grew heavy.
Junlin had taken only a single step inside, yet goosebumps rippled across his entire body.
It was not because his sixth sense had detected killing intent or anything of the sort.
Rather, that door seemed to separate two worlds.
And by passing through the living room's doorway, he had entered a space filled with an indescribable presence.
The slightest lapse in attention would leave him overwhelmed by that intangible force, unable to move.
Junlin saw his two older brothers, along with a boy who looked even younger than him.
The boy wore jet-black robes, his silver hair hanging loose over his shoulders.
The same hair color, the same eye color,