On a dark and windy night, Han Lin watched helplessly as his family's herb garden was engulfed in a sea of fire, a wave of unspeakable heartache washing over him. This herb garden had been passed down through generations, and the sect leader's grandmaster, Zixiao, would surely be furious at this sight. Alas! It was all his fault; he shouldn't have offended the people of the Yunlan Sect.
After a while, the sparks gradually faded, and the embers in the herb garden slowly died out.
Bright moonlight gently blanketed the herb field. Looking up at the moon, Han Lin wondered if he would ever be able to ascend to the Immortal Realm, to roam the universe. What must that other world be like?
Chapter 51