Pearl Lake stretched endlessly, fading into the distance. Through the rearview mirror, faintly, gulls could be seen soaring, piercing the vast sky, gliding over the shimmering waves.
Zhang Fan and his companions had finally left Qin Ancient Town, departing from the ancestral land of the South Zhang lineage.
He gazed at the land behind him, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart…
Someday, he would return!
"Zhang Fan, why didn't Zhang Wang leave with us?" Fang Changle was driving and couldn't help but ask.
"He said he wants to travel around, see the world. When he has time, he'll come visit us in Yujing City."
Zhang Fan replied casually, but in his mind, images of Zhang Wang appeared.
Reuniting once more, Zhang Wang felt very different to him; he could hardly recall his first impression upon meeting him.
This time felt more like a first encounter—familiar yet strange.
