"Back in the day, you wanted to kill me a thousand times over, yet now we meet as if strangers,"
He brushed a hand through his temples' white hair and said with a complex smile,
"It turns out that we have both grown old."
Jiang Yang took slow steps upward, recounting the history and stories of each place he passed as if they were his family treasures. His voice was gentle and steady, but it made Wu Qiong's nose tingle, nearly bringing tears to his eyes. At this moment, Jiang Yang's Qi Mechanism had already dispersed, yet no one stood in his way, allowing him to march straight in.
Past the Master's Hall, through the winding corridors, with the mist from the surrounding water rising, the heavy waterfalls crashed down from over a hundred feet above the rocks, thundering like the sound of rolling thunder.
