When he finally reached the legendary location of the Spirit Gathering Array after enduring countless hardships, the sight before him caused him to stop in his tracks, a wave of indescribable emotion surging in his heart. The central plaza for inner disciples, which should have been bustling and teeming with people, was now desolate and lonely. The scattered crowd seemed as if they had been blown away by a sudden, chilling gust of wind.
Standing in the center of the vast, empty square, Prince of Shicheng Hua Tianxiong narrowed his eyes slightly. As he looked into the distance, his thoughts drifted back to days gone by. Once, this place had been noisy and vibrant, filled with young disciples sparring and exchanging insights, their laughter echoing endlessly. Now, however, everything had changed; only desolation and melancholy remained.
Time had passed as swiftly as a white horse leaping across a crevice. Without realizing it, more than a year had gone by since he arrived at the mysterious and ancient Blade and Sword Sect, setting foot on this vast land in the Eastern Continent. Looking back at his former self—a naive newcomer—a faint smile appeared on Hua Tianxiong’s face.
Chapter 972