Back in his bamboo house, Lü Zhong quickly finished imprinting the memory.
He carefully reviewed it, meticulously altering any parts that might reveal his ability to rewind scenes. Only after confirming there would be no problems did he finally put the Memory Secret Bead away.
After a moment of thought, he walked to the edge of the cliff and leaped off.
He soon arrived in Wangxian Town.
The Heling Sect's mountain gate had never been attacked during the war, and Wangxian Town, nestled at the foot of the mountain, had reaped the benefits. From what Lü Zhong could see, it was just as peaceful as ever.
The only change was the arrival of many cultivators seeking refuge in the town.
He wove through the streets and alleys to the printing workshop. Inside, production was still in full swing.
Page after page of storybooks was being printed, bound into volumes, and handed over to the merchant caravans waiting outside.
"My lord, you're back?"
