"Back then, your old ancestor was only a registrar. My superior made things a little difficult for me and had me handle the farmland issue in Dongxi Village.
"At that time, before I even entered the village, I encountered the Jianyi family's Old Ancestor.
"That was the first meeting between us two old brothers.
"Afterward..."
Yang Zhao's eyes were filled with reminiscence as scene after scene flashed through his mind.
In the blink of an eye, fifty or sixty years had passed.
He was already old and frail, with his end approaching, while Wentian had become an immortal-like figure, high above, looked up to and worshiped by countless people across the eleven commanderies of the Immortal Martial Alliance.
Fate was unpredictable. Who could have imagined all this?
Several months later,
Yang Ruifeng accompanied Yang Zhao to Qingjiang County to revisit old places.
Then they went to the Jianyi family.
