"Why were you so obsessed with a ridiculous dagger? Was a mere piece of Morningstar-level magic equipment really worth a madman like you risking his life for?"
This was a question several people had once asked. In fact, until the moment he closed his eyes forever, "Dead Wen Feng Lantern" still remembered the question his most respected Blazing Sun powerhouse—Mr. Black Jack—had asked in an almost roaring tone.
Morningstar Professionals possessed flawless memories, so Walkerway remembered clearly... He remembered that Kane, the Morningstar Knight who had once saved his life, had asked something similar. As for the doubts of his "archenemy," the spellcaster had never voiced them outright, but they were not difficult to discern from the mockery-heavy changes in his expression.
Even deep within his heart, Walkerway had once asked himself this question with utmost solemnity.
However... it was an unanswerable question.
No matter who asked it, with what attitude, or for what purpose, the mad mage, whose thoughts could hardly remain lucid, had never been able to give a clear answer.
Saitis' Blade... Who could possibly know what this dagger represented to the crazed "Dead Wen Feng Lantern"? As the breath of endless years swept over and wore away at everything, even Mr. Zuo Mi himself probably could no longer judge how much weight it held in his heart.
But Walkerway could be certain of one thing—by now, it had long ceased to be merely a weapon or tool for battle. It represented the unforgettable "past" that a morningstar powerhouse could not let go of even after tens of millions of years of hardship. It represented the most important obsession of an "old immortal" mage. It also represented the source of self-awareness for a lunatic and murderer...
People often said that "opening up the future" was the hardest