As dawn broke and the sun crept over the horizon, a carriage rattling along a dirt road slowed upon entering Li Family Clan territory.
From within, Li Lian sat quietly by the window, looking at the familiar streets as they passed.
In the past 2 years, she had only returned once, but hardly anything had changed in that time.
Beside her sat Li Qin, posture straight, gaze forward.
And between them sat a partially translucent figure. That person was none other than their Ancestor, Li Xianyu.
She did not speak as the carriage entered the city.
She hadn't returned here once since the day she died.
More than three thousand years had passed since she last walked these lands with flesh and blood. Since she last stood as a proud daughter of the Li Family Clan—alive, ambitious, certain she would one day step into the Immortal Realm.
She never did.
That failure clung to her now like an old wound that never fully healed.
