Li Xiaoqiang and Wang Ming arrived in front of a cliff, both staring at the ancient tower across it. Li Xiaoqiang took a deep breath of the icy cold wind, feeling a bit chilled. He turned to look at Wang Ming, only to see Wang Ming's body trembling.
All this way, he had remained silent, without speaking.
Now, standing on this land where he had lived for so long, he was surrounded by memories of happiness, aspirations, and the joyful moments with his wife and child.
But as he returned here, he could no longer hear the laughter and chatter of the past. The place had become utterly silent, as if he could see the countless souls of the village in the sky, crying out to him for help.
Wang Ming's body leapt, heading straight for the ancient tower, and Li Xiaoqiang followed by his side, also without speaking.
