Wielding his saber, Zhang Yuan slashed at the vines blocking his path, and the familiar small valley appeared once more before him.
He halted his steps, his gaze sweeping from side to side.
This was the domain of Brother Ya, a place Zhang Yuan had visited a few times, each time reaping good rewards.
However, the small valley now was no longer the familiar scene he remembered!
The valley was dead silent; aside from the rampant growth of wild grass and vines, there were no signs of any animals.
Desolate, shadowy, eerie—it was like an ancient ruin abandoned for centuries.
Zhang Yuan felt his heart sink.
Previously, when he came by, he still held onto the faint hope that he might encounter Brother Ya again.
But the scene before his eyes instantly shattered Zhang Yuan's fantasy!
Carefully, he made a round in the valley, also conducting a meticulous search in the surrounding areas.
Yet, he found nothing.
