Outside the hall, the unfiltered sunlight spilled down with unbridled warmth. Golden rays, like fine threads of silk, gently enveloped the entire Wu Clan settlement, illuminating every single inch of land and every hidden corner. The air was permeated with a unique and rich atmosphere—a perfect blending of the Wu Clan's distinctive, powerful mystery and vibrant vitality.
Stepping into this realm, Su Yu took a deep breath, letting this familiar and energetic vitality flow smoothly through his respiratory tract and into his entire body. A strong sense of anticipation for the future welled up uncontrollably in his heart. This anticipation, like a tender shoot breaking through the earth in spring, took root and sprouted in the depths of his mind, carrying endless hope and yearning.
He followed the winding, serpent-like path, moving nimbly through the Wu Clan settlement. Along the way, he saw Wu Clan warriors engaged in their daily training, their shouts rising and falling in succession, filled with power and fighting spirit. He saw common folk toiling in the fields, their faces beaming with simple yet satisfied smiles. These sights filled Su Yu with a sense of the Wu Clan's prosperity and flourishing state, further strengthening the conviction in his heart.
Chapter 120