So many years had passed that the face in his memory had grown blurry, but in the dream, it was incredibly clear. Song Changsheng could even make out the tiny black mole by the corner of his eye.
The three of them chatted and laughed along the way, a picture of warmth and harmony. The surrounding scenery felt very familiar to Song Changsheng. This must have been a scene from his memory, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember where it was.
Although he was a Transmigrator, his soul had been in a state of Chaos for the first few years after his birth. He had been muddle-headed, and many things from that time were no longer clear.
He had likely been to this place before, and with his parents, no less. He just didn't know where it was. According to the Song Clan's rules, minors were not allowed to descend the mountain, let alone at such a young age.
