After leaving Qingliang Mountain, Lin Chuan strolled along the streets. The bustling crowd in the prosperous city only made a trace of melancholy well up in his heart.
Just as he had anticipated, his state of mind had shifted. Surrounded by urban prosperity, he was suddenly struck by a sense of desolation.
True to form, worldly affairs belong to the mortal world; leaving no trace, no taboos, and no attachments.
Chapter 941