Ye Xiaofan stood alone at the peak of South Peak, overlooking the vast Divine Sword Sect.
With the enhancement of his cultivation, he felt the formidable changes within himself, and those somewhat naive eyes seemed to gradually deepen.
To become powerful and search Death Valley for his father's whereabouts was the lifelong knot in his heart.
In this world, aside from his aunt and sister, his father was his sole obsession, and no matter how many things happened, his pure heart remained unshakeable.
Mentioning his sister Ye Xiaoyue, Ye Xiaofan looked at the Flying Letter correspondence with his sister over this period, and his lips curled into a rare, assured smile.
Time flies by like an arrow; months pass like a shuttle.
To this day, eleven months have passed since he and his sister parted ways in Star Moon City to join Divine Sword Sect.
Including the five months spent on the journey to Divine Sword Sect, the siblings have now been separated for a year and four months.
