Yang Jian walked on the mountain path of the Third Medicine Valley, gazing upon the bustling Medicine Valley, his heart filled with sentiment.
Years had passed, and truly, things were the same, but the people had changed!
Yang Jian walked a distance and saw no familiar faces. He did not use his Divine Sense, not wishing to offend anyone upon returning to this place.
"Brother Yang Jian?"
A voice full of surprise reached him, attracting Yang Jian to turn his head, seeing a female cultivator approaching. Her appearance was lovely and she appeared to be in her thirties. Her eyes were filled with astonishment as she looked at him, even mixed with tears.
Yang Jian looked at her, feeling that she looked somewhat familiar, yet unable to recall who she exactly was.
How lengthy were the hundreds of years, especially since he had entered the Reincarnation Vortex, experiencing many lives. In his eyes, the time that had passed was far more than just hundreds of years.