Wang Qi still remembered this place. It was where he had his first experience with a life-or-death battle. The place where Li Ziye fell in battle.
The young man sat on the ground at the edge of the pit. At this moment, the sun was setting, stretching his shadow so long that it reached the opposite side of the large hole. Looking at the pit now covered in shadow, almost too deep to perceive, Wang Qi let out a soft sigh.
Time is quite the enigma. Sometimes, revisiting old haunts can evoke some peculiar feelings.
A year ago, when he was at the bottom of the pit, he had just begun his Qi Cultivation, just encountered Modern Cultivation, not understanding a single spell. A year later, he was in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, and on matters of magic and martial arts, he was unmatched among his peers. If he looked closely, he'd even grown taller.
His cultivation had grown, his knowledge had grown, and he had certainly grown in height. But one aspect of his heart had not changed at all,
