After a long while, Lu Qing took one last look at the two elders, then slowly turned around, walked out of the house, and into the courtyard.
He looked around at the grass and trees, as if wanting to remember everything completely.
In the end, his gaze slowly moved upwards and finally fixed on the somewhat dazzling dusk sunset in the sky.
He kept looking and finally gave a gentle laugh.
"Whether you are the manifestation of the great Dao or the will of some mysterious being, I still want to thank you for helping me mend a regret in my heart.
Unfortunately, falsehoods are ultimately just falsehoods; everything has an end."
As Lu Qing finished this sentence, nothing changed around him.
It seemed as if it was just his sleep talking.
Yet Lu Qing was unconcerned, and he continued to gaze at the setting sun.
And with his gaze, the originally slowly descending sun, at some unknown moment, ceased its movement.
Then, in an instant, the crimson sunset suddenly flipped over.
