Peng Xuan looked at him, a warm light passing through his eyes: “I’m leaving.”
Gou Songze said: “Where do you think you’re going?!
Peng Xuan looked at the fire scene before him and whispered, “I wish this absurd rebirth had never happened. I should have died there, so now I must return there. Senior brother, what I owe you can never be repaid. Whatever I can give you, I will.”
He moved step by step towards the fire scene. Luo Mingbai wanted to pull Peng Xuan back, but Xia Xianning grabbed his hand.
Luo Mingbai struggled forcefully, but Xia Xianning did not let go, shaking his head at him.
Luo Mingbai took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Fragments of the past flashed by, blurring the lines between past and present. The life Peng Xuan had experienced was completely different from what he remembered. What was Xia Xianning doing at that time?
Countless images swirled, and as Xia Xianning tried to recall, another scene gradually unfolded in the distant memory – at that time, he was not Xia Xianning, but Prince Zhu Yan.
The Great Devil of Gui descended to the underworld for several years, causing a rebellion in the netherworld. Because his original body belonged to the spirit of Ming Lang Yuan Jun, the Heavenly Emperor dispatched Ming Lang Yuan Jun personally to capture the Great Devil of Gui. Prince Zhu Yan split his forces, heading directly to the Yellow Springs to eliminate the evil ghosts.
The passionate drumbeat made every drop of blood in his body seem to pulse, an extraordinary power rising from his meridians, like a long-suppressed force gradually awakening.
In the void, countless soldiers appeared, looking up and waiting for his command.
The sun hung high, bright light illuminating the city, shining on the armor and making his entire body slightly warm.
And that drumbeat…
A voice softly laughed in his ear: “Today we go to war together. May we both return victorious. Your Highness, you’ll go ahead first. Your senior brother will beat the drums to send you off. If you return first, you must welcome me here.”
Xia Xianning clutched his chest, each drumbeat seeming to strike directly into his heart.
What happened next? Splattered blood? Separation of life and death? A promised meeting that ultimately never occurred…
