went to waste on his indifferent demeanor. With long hair dancing in the breeze, he looked about eleven or twelve, not much different from other children, except for his eyes. Even in a daze, they emitted a faint glow, their brightness unhidden even when closed.

“Eleven years in this world, and I’ve time-traveled just like that,” the boy muttered, staring into the void. “Are you kidding me!? I must be the protagonist of this continent after time-traveling. But where’s the halo of the protagonist? The innate talents? The fortuitous encounters? Where are the beautiful senior sisters and junior sisters? And not to mention, there isn’t even a decent sect or family! What’s the point of this?”

Taking a breath, he continued, “This place is not even one ten-thousandth of my previous world. There’s no use for intelligence here, everywhere’s filled with barbarians. No phone, no internet, no literature or art. Seriously, what am I supposed to do here!? Give me an explanation! I demand a seven-day unconditional return! Show yourself!”

Despite his outburst, the sky remained perfectly clear, with a sparrow flying by and dropping a poop right on his face.

"Ah!!!!!!!”

Indeed, the boy in this other world was Tao Ci. He had arrived here eleven years ago after that accident. Since beginning to form memories, Tao Ci had recovered his past life’s memory. It felt strange; wasn’t he dead? What was this living world before him?

Was it a movie set? Or a historical drama? The buildings on either side of the road were low tile houses, and people wore simple cloth garments, resembling the clothing of commoners.

Wait a minute, China never had an era dressed like this. Although they wore long clothes and skirts, they were incredibly form-fitting, highlighting the women’s slim waists. The embroidered patterns on the men's long robes were quite unique. This world’s aesthetic was much better than ancient China’s. At first glance, all the people on the street appeared elegant, very refined.

But why was he looking up at everyone? Raising his hand, he nearly fell to the ground in shock. “Holy crap, I’ve reverted to a child! Is this reincarnation-style time-travel? And who’s holding my other hand?” Looking up, he saw a middle-aged man with a goatee, walking slowly and holding his hand.

“Ugh,” Tao Ci thought, feeling disgusted at being treated as a child. But given his current appearance, it was understandable.

Trying to search his memory, he realized that this person was his master in this life, Li Changshi.

Since regaining his memories, Tao Ci had been living in his master Li Changshi's sect, Chaoyang Sect. The name was quite lively, more befitting a kindergarten. And rightly so, as most of the disciples were young. Tao Ci had many "playmates" and enjoyed a happy “childhood.

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