A thousand deep affections, ten thousand strands of sorrowful thoughts.
Buried deep within the heart, unable to untie, unwilling to let go.
The lonely grave remains, desolation endures, yet the beloved has already departed.
In an instant, Zhou Yan seemed to return to his childhood, witnessing his father's desolate and downtrodden state.
Seeing his father who drank Fiery Flame Sword Heart Wine every day.
Dust covering his face, temples like frost.
...
For a long, long time.
Zhou Yan let out a long sigh, the sigh exceptionally sorrowful, yet within it, the final trace of reminiscence and longing faded away.
Perhaps, from this moment on, he has shut the gates of his heart, no longer lingering for any scenery.
"Wan Hun Ancestor, how do you know this method of detoxification?"
Zhou Yan stood up, his whole body cold, the brightness of the Light Divine Armor transformed into darkness, not turning white again, like light transforming into the ultimate black.
