No matter how much time had passed, Xu Kun's gaze toward Ao Guang remained filled with complexity.
The other man could be said to have been the first insurmountable challenge Xu Kun had faced since making his name.
That day, Ao Guang had flooded Jiangnan Base City, leaving everyone in danger. Swept along by public opinion, Xu Kun had no choice but to step forward.
Yet now, all that was in the past.
After suffering the pain of losing his son, crossing the sea to Fusang, being abandoned by the Flood Dragon Race, then befriending humanity and becoming an envoy of friendship between humans and flood dragons, Ao Guang had spent more than another year guarding the eastern coast for humanity.
His cultivation had already reached the late stage of the Heavenly King Realm.
But his current appearance could only be described in four words: frail with age.
By all reason, Ao Guang was not yet a hundred years old. With the abundant vitality of the Heavenly King Realm, he should have been in his prime, yet he gave off the air of a man in his twilight years.
"Uncle Ao Guang." Su Xin and Lian Xin stepped forward, immediately noticing that Ao Guang was in poor condition.
Ao Guang himself did not seem to care. He smiled warmly at the two juniors, none of his former sharpness remaining.
"I am useless. Brother Run bears such a heavy burden now, yet I can offer him no help." Ao Guang sighed.
His old age stemmed from having experienced too much. After seeing through the ways of the world, there was no sorrow greater than a dead heart.
Given his Flood Dragon Race bloodline, his limit should have been the Saint Dao Realm. Yet judging by his current state, whether he could