After more than half a year, Zhang Yuan returned to the West Mountain Collection.
He didn't directly enter the settlement, but instead, used the perspective of the Red-eyed Crow to overlook his former residence.
The rainy season had just ended, and the West Mountain Collection was still full of mud, with dilapidated and collapsed houses everywhere.
However, it hadn't truly been abandoned; plumes of smoke rose over many households.
This settlement, wandering outside the Ruins City, seemed to have restored its former tranquility, reviving a hint of vitality and energy.
It was as resilient as the people living here!
Zhang Yuan also glanced at his former home.
The house hadn't been invaded by others, but it was overrun with wild grass and vines, looking particularly desolate.
Recalling the brief time he lived here, Zhang Yuan didn't feel much sentiment.
He unfolded his body technique and headed towards the rolling hills in the distance.
