Seventh Young Master Zhao Jingfan has been very happy these days.
He has just returned to the former site of the Qingmu Sect with his fellow disciples and master.
Although it's a place he has been familiar with for years, upon returning, his mood was entirely different.
Walking on the path to the Medicine Garden, the bluestones at the roadside, the plants growing in the distance, and even every tile on the eaves made him lose himself for a moment.
It's not just him; every Qingmu Sect disciple who survived the calamity and returned to the sect feels the same way.
On the way, he encountered many Qingmu Sect disciples, many of whom were not inferior to him in cultivation.
Yet even the disciples at the Golden Core Stage would quicken their pace upon seeing him, smile at him; their attitude not overly respectful, but quite friendly.
Zhao Jingfan knew this was because of Zheng Fa.
