The scene of Lu Ran bidding farewell to Jian Yi was uploaded to the internet, drawing billions of views.
Like a devout Human Race Believer, he respectfully bowed to Master Jian Yi. Anyone could see his sorrow and reluctance to part.
Especially in the moment before Lu Ran summoned the Teleportation Mirror and left, he once more raised his head and gazed deeply at her. The complexity of his emotions was enough to move anyone.
This was not merely a farewell. It was also a memorial.
A final parting.
Why Lu Ran could wield the Mirror Demon Clan's evil arts was no longer important. What mattered was the brief exchange between them.
No one knew exactly what he had said, but Jian Yi's words had scattered across heaven and earth, enough for all living beings to glean certain information.
She had asked Lu Ran whether the enemy had come again.
Presumably, the many gods who had fallen some time ago had fallen because of this so-called enemy.
In places unknown to the people, Lu Ran had been fighting all along.
Jian Yi had also said that she accepted this farewell.
For the first time in decades, she had revealed a smiling face to the world. That smile had been so beautiful.
No, that smile was not for the Human World.
It was for him alone.
Some conspiracy theories collapsed without being attacked. No one said any longer that Master Jian Yi had been forced to yield her position to Lu Ran's mother.
People began to grieve as well, to weep, and to spontaneously mourn the god who was about to fall.
Because Lu Ran's actions had already told the commoners that Master Jian Yi was not simply stepping down from the "throne" to enjoy a quiet life.
Yielding her position