Occasionally, he would even spot a young couple nestled in a corner, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
"Youth is a wonderful thing!" Lü Zhong couldn't help but sigh.
By his careful count, he was already eighty years old.
Even in his past life, an age like this would have meant he already had one foot in the grave.
Lost in thought, he found he had wandered onto Changchun Street.
It wasn't the Lantern Festival, so the only people on the street were cultivators; not a single mortal was to be seen. Each one wore a Dharma Robe and shimmered with Spiritual Light, clear signs of their high status.
He recalled the last time he had come here, when he had been admiring the lanterns with Li Hejun and Yu Feng'Er.
He did not cultivate the Supreme Forgetful Path.
And so, at this moment, the sight before him couldn't help but stir up sorrowful memories.
'My Core Formation is imminent. It's about time I went to visit.'
