Ye Mingxiao opened his eyes to find himself standing in a familiar small courtyard. The sun was bright, birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, and the laughter of children drifted from afar. The scene was far too familiar, familiar enough to make his whole body tremble—this was the courtyard of his childhood, from the days before he obtained the demonic arts, from the days when he was bullied by everyone.
"The little blind boy is here again!" A sharp voice came from behind him.
Ye Mingxiao whipped around, seeing a group of seven- or eight-year-old children running toward him, led by none other than the young master of the Zhao family who used to bully him back then. He instinctively took a step back, only to find that he had reverted to his childhood appearance, with a dirty strip of cloth still bound over his right eye—the crude bandage his impoverished family had to use after Young Master Zhao poked out his eye with a tree branch when he was five, since they had no money for medical treatment.
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