Right now, Lin Xi could easily hit Huang Huoxiao, but for some reason, he didn’t take action, instead releasing a light sigh, lowering the Divine Pear Wood Bow in his hands.

Huang Huoxiao’s face didn’t have any killing intent, only carrying a trace of indescribable bitterness.

His expression began to turn lax. When he was close to a hundred steps from Lin Xi, his body fell down again, unable to get back up.

Lin Xi heard some indistinct sounds in the wind, thinking that Huang Huaxiao, this Great Mang cultivator had some final words to say, so he walked downwards in an extremely cautious manner.

When he was only a dozen or so steps from Huang Huoxiao, he saw that Huang Huoxaio was already unconscious. Meanwhile, those original indistinct words were only two words: return home…

Lin Xi’s expression was a bit moved.

In this instant, he thought about many things… He thought about Deerwood Town, about the Yunqin soldiers that sacrificed their lives here. The last things they said perhaps might be that they haven’t been home in a long time.

This Yunqin’s secret Great Mang cultivator, what was his homeland like?

Lin Xi looked...