Wu Chaochang's original plan had been simple.
Find the sect prison. Rescue his captured subordinates, as well as other prisoners.
With more people under his command, many things would become easier. Whether it was searching for the real meteorite or taking revenge on White Moon Sect, having capable subordinates around would save him a lot of trouble.
As he moved through the familiar paths hidden beneath Night Cloak, his thoughts gradually drifted elsewhere.
A certain place surfaced in his mind.
His home. Or rather, the place that used to be his home.
Before he knew it, his footsteps had already changed direction.
The roads were still familiar. The buildings had changed little.
Even after all these years, Wu Chaochang could still remember every corner of this area.
Memories that he thought he had long forgotten surfaced one after another.
The old man sitting beneath the tree reading scriptures.
The courtyard where he practiced martial arts until sunset.
