When Imperial Marshal Tagg got out of the car, he felt incredibly refreshed. He missed this place so much that he even felt he could recognize every blade of grass and tree here.
Yes, he finally returned to the Northern Ridge, the hometown that had haunted his dreams.
When the Great Tang Group left here that year, he never got the chance to return to this land. More than a decade passed in the blink of an eye, and his temples had turned gray. The man in his thirties was now over fifty.
"It seems nothing has changed here." Looking at the familiar streets, he could even remember some of the buildings in Wolf City. The air here was mixed with the smell of coal and iron, or perhaps Tagg had always imagined the air being the familiar aroma he remembered.
"You have a good memory, sir. There's indeed not much change since those years." The local old noble, accompanying Tagg, had a face full of smiles, seeming to think that a city unchanged for years was a good thing.
