Fearful, uneasy—at this moment, this man who had once caused a great war between the Witch Race and the Demon Race Heavenly Court, and who was now one of the Witch Race's few remaining Great Witches, was unexpectedly so frail and vulnerable.
If historical records existed, this would surely be a scene left unrecorded.
"You're afraid."
"I've been afraid from the very beginning. Ever since I shot down the first sun, I've been afraid. None of this was what I wanted. I should have died in that war."
"They said Hou Yi was a hero, that he liberated the earth from the scorching heat and saved countless lives."
"I didn't choose to save all living beings. I didn't choose to shoot down the suns. Hou Yi's Bow chose me. Fate chose me." Great Witch Hou Yi shook his head. "Anyone could have been Hou Yi."
"Hou Yi's Arrow?" Xiao Luo Si R mused.
Great Witch Hou Yi let out a bitter laugh. "I... wasn't originally called Hou Yi."
There had once been a young witch.
He had personally witnessed ten suns scorching the earth, lush green mountains turning into black stone, rivers and lakes becoming scorched wastelands, and one living creature after another starving to death.
When he became the only survivor of his entire tribe, when his loved ones gave him their last portion of food and their final drop of water, urging him to live on, and when the ten princes of the Demon Race Heavenly Court were still rampaging across the sky, what he wished for most was for the earth to be blessed with a torrential downpour.
Even a trace of cool wind would have been enough...
"Even a trace of coolness would have been enough... He never received even a trace of coolness. The