In the darkness, Shi Heng dreamed that he had crossed a vast, immeasurable distance and arrived at a wild, desolate mountain village.
The mountain village had an altar, a charred stump of the Willow Deity, numerous stone houses, a Martial Arts Practice Square, and many large tripods lining the edge of the square, but not a single person was to be seen.
He felt like a lonely ghost, wandering through the silent mountain village, knowing nothing of his past, nor where he was.
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