Bloodhound's Regression Instinct

Chapter 179

The next day, Yan stepped outside for a brief respite, to catch a breath of fresh air and survey his domain.

The cold wind cleared his cluttered thoughts, as crisp as the morning frost.

Wandering through the village, Yan reminisced about the stories he had heard over breakfast.

‘Mother has passed away.’

He never imagined he would miss the chance to see her face one last time.

A tightness gripped his chest, as if his heart was ensnared.

It was then, on his way back, that a familiar voice reached his ears.

“Huh? Thought you went out for some air. Back so soon?”

It was Argon.

Yan, caught off guard, responded with an awkward smile.

“Yes.”