Deep in the mountains beyond Wutan City, clouds and mist swirled around towering ancient trees that blotted out the sky. The air was thick with Dou Qi and the fragrant scent of medicinal herbs. A figure in a white robe stood with his hands behind his back, his ink-black hair fluttering in the wind. His deep eyes reflected the distant horizon, as if he could see through the mists of time and space.
This was Yao Chen, the current young clan leader of the Yao Clan, and a transmigrator who knew how the future of the Dou Qi Continent would unfold.
"I'm finally back," Yao Chen murmured. His name was even the same as Yao Lao's. His fingertips brushed the Yao Clan crest at his waist, an emblem condensed from the essence of thousand-year-old medicinal herbs...
