The ancient tree stood tall and straight for three days, its vegetation growing robustly. A breeze blew by, carrying with it the fresh fragrance of grass and plants, leaving one feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
This was a small valley, a valley without a name, but Ye Xuan preferred to call it 'Heart Burying Valley' because he had buried his heart here as well.
Deep within Heart Burying Valley.
A pond, a tomb, and nothing else.
In front of the tomb, Ye Xuan stood silently, his body without any fluctuations, no longer radiating the earth-shaking immortal light. He seemed to have become an ordinary person, with only a tinge of sorrow in his heart.
Ye Xuan's eyes were somewhat vacant as memories from years past surfaced in his mind.
It was on a deep autumn night when Ye Xuan had just emerged from the Blood Sea Battlefield. Under the hazy moonlight, the brother and sister sat back to back.
