Two years later,
On the outskirts of a hidden canyon southeast of Fushan Island, suddenly descended a golden and a white tunneling light.
When the light dissipated, the figures of Zhao Sheng and Zhao Luochi appeared.
"Is it here?" Zhao Sheng stood outside the canyon and after briefly surveying the area, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.
Inside the valley, there was only a lively and lush wasteland; no buildings or structures were in sight.
"Ancestor, it's right here." Zhao Luochi's old eyes were murky, his face creased with wrinkles, he was dying, with death looming near.
In the past, Zhao Sheng did not bring himself to deal with Zhao Luochi and the others harshly; instead, he chose to soothe hearts and minds by having these individuals atone for their crimes through service.
