After two years away, Wangxian Town had changed quite a bit.
Staring at the plaque before the town gate, which bore the two words "Rising Sun," Lü Zhong couldn't help but feel how much things had changed. The traces of the old Heling Sect were fading. In a few more years, he suspected, there would be nothing familiar left.
He soon arrived at the workshop, which was still operating as usual.
A massive waterwheel, driven by the current, turned a series of gears that powered the hydraulic printing press at full capacity. From time to time, he could hear the shouts of the workers inside as they operated the machinery.
However, Lü Zhong didn't go inside. Instead, he concealed his presence and went around to the backyard.
In the courtyard, Li Hejun was watering the flowers. A worried expression clouded her features, and she looked utterly dejected. She didn't even notice the stray strands of hair that had fallen across her temples as she periodically glanced up at the sky.
