On that morning, he successfully returned to the village where cherry blossoms fluttered.
The past's prosperity and excitement had been reduced to ashes, and today's flower spectators were nothing but silent dead people. He walked into the desolate and quiet village, surveyed it, and found that it seemed to have been looted once more since the time he and the others left, not knowing whether nearby villagers or bandits came upon hearing about it.
Or perhaps it was the survivors who fled that day, coming back to take their last bit of savings to start a new life?
Because there were no living people, no prey, the desolate village was empty, without monsters roaming. Gu Mo found the former house according to his memories; the piled thatch he had arranged was still there, though it was somewhat scattered and messy, and a thin layer of dust had settled on it.
He tidied up the house, planning to rest here for a while.
