In May of Imperial Calendar year 1455, the weather began to heat up. The daytime sun scorched the earth, making the residents of Penzes City long for nightfall or a refreshing, heavy downpour.
Two years had now quietly passed since Ling Xiao's arrival on the Canglan Continent. For Ling Xiao, these two years had been more eventful than decades in the Cultivation Realm. He had experienced so much—both good and bad.
Ling Xiao stood on a small hill outside Penzes City, one that offered a panoramic view. The back of the hill faced an endless sea. Sheltered from the wind and facing the sun, it was an auspicious location—most Cultivators had some understanding of feng shui. Wang Chao's grave was here.
