Now, it was finally coming to an end.
At the same time, a sense of admiration for his distant ancestor, Fang Yuesheng, welled up within him.
It was hard to imagine. Even someone like his ancestor had struggled ceaselessly in the "Abyss of Mediocrity," emerging battered and bruised only after a great ordeal.
His ancestor, knowing full well he had a bright future ahead of him, had willingly stayed by Qiu Jingyi's side to fulfill a promise.
'What must my ancestor have been feeling when he chose to hide his brilliance?'
Fang Yang didn't understand it, but he was deeply shaken.
HUMMM!
With a trembling hum, Fang Yang found his perspective shifting once again, from first-person back to third-person.
Now, he watched as a tear-streaked Qiu Yuesheng caressed Qiu Jingyi's withered face, over and over again.
After that, Qiu Yuesheng gathered himself and departed, heading far away.
The setting sun was like blood.
Lingering smoke drifted through the air.
