It seems that just because of their similar age, these cold and arrogant eyes carry a hint of illusory affection.
"I wonder if Ming'er has broken the divine source..."
"I wonder if Xiao Lang is well..."
"I wonder what era it is now..."
"I wonder if my family can still reunite..."
...
Four sighs blend with the solitary cries of wild geese, enhancing the sense of desolation; even the cliff shadows in the mist seem to tremble.
Amid the trembling, the aura emanating from the figure abruptly turns indifferent.
Only the word 'indifferent' befits the legacy of the Evil Emperor—the descendant of the first Great Emperor of all ages.
The change in aura also transforms the image of Xie Tian within the blood-red eyes.
Though Xie Tian is of an age resembling the divine beings, he becomes as weak as a fragile ant.
"Such a long star road, such dragging ants, such annoying geese..."
The indifferent mumbling perfectly matches the isolated existence of the cliff shadows.
