The long winter has finally passed, and the spring breeze once again turns the banks of the Long Celestial River green.
In this early spring season, Zhang Yuan quietly returned to the West Mountain Collection.
But he did not enter the collection directly; instead, he overlooked his former home through the eyes of the Red-eyed Crow.
After more than a month, the West Mountain Collection had already changed its appearance.
Many houses here had collapsed, and it was not the result of a natural disaster.
In some places, one could even see scattered broken weapons, imagining how intense the battles were at that time.
Although Zhang Yuan did not find anyone from the Ferocious Tiger Gang, there were very few visible residents of West Mountain Collection.
The whole collection looked utterly desolate and ruined!
Although Zhang Yuan had no feelings for the West Mountain Collection, such scenes still left his heart heavy.
With a sigh, Zhang Yuan headed towards his original home.
