Though already in his twilight years, with white hair draping his shoulders and life running dry, he still stands tall and straight, alone at the mountain peak, gazing into the distance. How could he resign himself?
Those years, those people, have gradually distanced, the once familiar faces, the past joys and sorrows, all appear in his clouded eyes.
"I miss you all," Shi Hao said.
Stone Village, Fire Mulberry Forest, Wilderness Frontier...
Dawn after dawn, dusk after dusk, time flies away!
The once Little Stone is now old, a name that once spread across the world, yet eventually must be buried in time, forgotten in people's old memories.
It's hard to imagine, at this standstill, the mischievous child from the past is now gray-haired, lamenting the waning years under the blood-stained sunset.
