C676 The True Immortal World

In the midst of a vast mountain range, birds were singing and flowers were blooming. A light breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with a light drizzle.

There was one young man, in the midst of all this, who was in no mood to admire it. He walked among the hills with his head bowed, his hair in disarray, his clothes torn in several places, and he staggered and almost fell several times