Bai Ruozhu's eyes dimmed, "Is there really no other way?"
The white dragon remained silent, his gaze somewhat unfocused.
Bai Ruozhu picked up the wine jug and poured wine into his mouth, muttering to himself, "After this long journey, it came to such an end, watching friends and family drift away, and I am completely powerless. What have I been striving for?"
Striving for what? The white dragon took a swig of wine. For many years, he too had always wondered why he was living. Was it out of resentment? For revenge?
"I held onto hatred for centuries, but the people from the beginning are long dead. I don't even know who I should hate, and my heart has never been at peace. It was only when your friends were willing to sacrifice themselves for you that I realized there is warmth in this world, and I was able to let go of my inner resentment completely."
Bai Ruozhu's voice was very soft, as if he wasn't speaking to the white dragon, but to himself.
