My mother has been burning paper for me for three years. During holidays and festivals, there is a pair of empty bowls and chopsticks placed by the table.
I'm back. The earth only lasted three years; I lived "over there" for a thousand years.
For a thousand years I thought I would never see them again, but it turns out they have been waiting for me.
From today on, I will pay off my family's debts, and I will pay off those who bully our family.
But there are two things I still don't understand -
I obviously went to a strange world of cultivating immortals. Why is my name in the ancient books on earth?
On the night of the tribulation, who was that voice calling me "help" after thousands of years?
