Yinyang Sect, Leizhou.
A figure stood tall on a mountain peak that pierced the clouds, looking down at the majestic rivers and mountains below, murmuring softly to himself.
"Is this my hometown?"
The speaker was a handsome young man with a full forehead and sharp brows, his eyes sparkling. His face, chiseled as if by knife and axe, brimmed with heroic vigor. He was dressed in an ornate green robe, with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. One hand rested on his back while the other held a folding fan.
It was none other than Han Yongzhen, who had left Chengsheng Mountain to travel the world.
It had been some time since he left the Han Mansion—starting from Yuanzhou, passing through Jizhou, and entering the territory under the control of the Yinyang Sect, he had made his way from Qingzhou to Leizhou.