The sun was scorching.
A young man riding a donkey was slowly wandering on the road.
"A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Fire cloud grass has finally reappeared!"
In recent years, Jiang Ming had been paying attention to the news on Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest with the aid of the Nameless.
However, he acted like an ordinary martial artist and bought information from them and did not reveal himself to be Anonymous.
Miss Wang had probably passed away after all these years. He did not particularly want to get to know the new leaders.
"I'm afraid that my old friends from back then have all died by now," Jiang Ming muttered to himself.
Jiang Ming sighed before his expression went back to being neutral.
Time was cruel. He could hardly even remember what his old friends looked like.
Now that the fire cloud grass had reappeared, it was time for him to make a move.