Lin Tianhu spoke with a choked voice, tears flickering in his eyes.
Reflecting on the decades before, Lin Tianhu had emerged from a Spatial Fissure and found himself within the borders of Yu'an Country.
Throughout these many years, Lin Tianhu had been travelling extensively, cultivating all the while, never ceasing his search for Lin Tianfeng.
During that period, whenever he arrived at a new place, he would occasionally leave behind the kind of marks seen before him.
This mark was the Lin Family crest, familiar to any member of the Lin Family.
In his eyes, since he had survived the Spatial Fissure, he always believed that Lin Tianfeng, like him, had not perished within its depths.
Therefore, he had been relentless over the years, leaving behind numerous marks, hoping that when Lin Tianfeng saw them, it would hasten their reunion as brothers lost abroad.
