Tianxuan Continent is a world where martial arts is respected and the strong is king. There are many sects here, families are entrenched, and ancient ruins are hidden here, attracting countless people in pursuit of power.
At this moment, Ye Qingyun was lying in a desolate forest with a confused look on his face. Strange memories kept flooding in his mind, as if someone had forcibly instilled a past that did not belong to him.
"I... Traveled through time?" Ye Qingyun got up from the ground with difficulty, patted the fallen leaves on his body, and couldn't help cursing, "Just wear it, at least give me a script for Long Aotian! What the hell is this good-for-nothing young master of the Ye family?"
