The direction they flew took them straight to where Zhu Heng was. At that moment, he was sitting alone and dazed at the logging yard, holding an axe in one hand and staring blankly into the sky. Piled up in front of him were stacks of firewood as high as mountains. Distracting thoughts filled his mind; he remembered being with Wang Yun and the others at the Peak of Yunxiao—hunting wild rabbits, gathering herbs, swimming in the river. Every single memory was so filled with happiness.
Such distracting thoughts plagued him almost every single day. He had no one to talk to, as everyone else couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention, and he was poor with words—sometimes, even when a word came to mind, he would forget how to say it. He had only one task: to constantly chop wood, which was the assignment given to him by the Beast Sect. He had also done chores at the Peak of Yunxiao, but back then he had done them with joy, whereas now he could not feel even a shred of happiness.
"Zhu Heng," Wang Yun called out the moment he landed.
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