On the way back to Mount Shenghuo Manor, the wind gradually picked up, tugging at the corners of Yang Qingyuan's robes and making a whistling sound.
Yang Qingyuan tightened his collar. With his physical resilience, he naturally had no fear of the chill brought by the strong wind; it was just that deep down in his heart, there still lingered a trace of confusion.
This was a feeling Yang Qingyuan had never experienced before. Ever since coming to this world, he had never felt his heart as hollow as it was today.
Chapter 202