Many places were filled with all sorts of craters and scars.
Many of the Cultivators he had seen before were also gone.
In their place were many new faces.
When he saw Li Chang'an, the expression on Xia Zizhan's face was clearly complicated.
His figure and appearance hadn't changed much.
But Li Chang'an could clearly sense that the man's aura was deeper and more restrained than it had been three years ago. Even his brow carried a hint of a fierce, baleful energy.
The man had clearly been through a war, and likely a very brutal one. Otherwise, a mere three years—little more than the blink of an eye for a Cultivator—should not have changed him so drastically.
Li Chang'an opened his mouth to ask what had happened over the past few years.
But Xia Zizhan just glanced at the people who had come to see Li Chang'an off. He didn't answer, only beckoning for him to come aboard.
Seeing this, Li Chang'an knew the other man must have his reservations.
