The night was bleak, and the moonlight rippled like water, draping over the few figures high in the sky and painting them with a transient splendor.
Above the clouds, Bear Wind and Fang Qingyuan flew at the very front. Qiqi and the other three Golden Core Demon Beasts were a considerable distance behind them.
This was at Bear Wind's instruction. There were some things he wanted to say to Fang Qingyuan alone.
"Actually, when Dabai first died, I was furious. But after thinking about it, my anger subsided a great deal. I've lived for over seventeen hundred years. I've seen so many of my children die before me. Sometimes, living too long is a form of suffering. This is fate, and even as a Nascent Soul Ancient Beast, there is nothing I can do.
