"Ten years of life and death, the world's rise and fall."
On the chilled official road, an old horse slowly approached, followed by a large dog.
"Master, it's been almost ten years since you left Peace Town, hasn't it..."
Husky grinned, his tongue hanging out as he spoke.
"Ten years? It shouldn't be that long yet... I can't quite remember..." Zhou Dao shook his head.
This time, returning to Pingnan Town, he specifically brought Husky along for a nostalgic tour, which brought a special flavor to his heart.
The fog of early morning had not yet dispersed, but the boundary monument of Peace Town already loomed into view.
Zhou Dao saw it and felt somewhat surreal, as if the days past were right before his eyes.
Back then, he was just a little Demon Sealing Master in the Peace Town Yaorting Office, spending his days shirking work with Wang Xiaoyi and occasionally offering up demonic corpses as sacrifices to the Ancestral Master.
Those days were so carefree and comfortable.