Chapter 1723: The Red Dust Flows; Fourth Calamity (3)

Chirp~! Chirp~!

Radiantly glorious solar light cascaded down upon Red Dove City's Wu Clan's elder compound as swirling red dust morphed magically into singing birds, well-maintained buildings, freshly cut grass, clean air, and the fragrant aroma of a flower garden cultivating peonies, orchids, and azaleas. 

As the solar rays graced his youthful face, the warmth replicated to the exact specifications of that day entrenched itself into his memories, the immersion became less of a memory, teetering on surrealism, before collapsing into abject and indistinguishable reality. Before long, nothing felt false to the senses—physical, spiritual, or instinctual. 

"Little Wei!"