A massive spiritual radiance pierced heaven and earth like a pillar supporting the sky.
It cast a milky-white glow over the world that should have been gloomy. The wind and sand across the Crimson Wasteland were pressed down, making the majestic Mount Sinan clearly visible.
On one of Mount Sinan's peaks, the Eyebrowless Youth slowly rode Old Niu upward. Someone had already set up an incense altar on the peak, leaning against a beauty while drinking with her beneath the open sky.
It was a man in beach shorts.
"Good day, old brother. You seem to be in high spirits."
The Eyebrowless Child slowly climbed down from Old Niu's back... Perhaps because he was afraid of losing his footing, the child even stamped the ground a couple of times after landing, as though there were mines buried beneath it.
The man threw his head back and laughed. "I looked around, and this spot had the best view. I specifically prepared some spiritual wine for you. Your sister-in-law brewed it herself three thousand years ago. Have a taste."
"Are you leaving, old brother?" the Eyebrowless Child asked curiously.
"Now that you're here, there's nothing left for me to do." The man waved his hand. "I already belong outside the mortal world. I only greedily clung to the bustle of this mortal realm and shamelessly stayed behind."
The Eyebrowless Child said nothing. He merely glanced at the stunning woman beside the man... Her face was radiant, but in truth, she did not have much time left.
The child pondered before saying, "Old brother, you were the one who recommended him to me... Aren't you going to meet him yourself?"
"There is no need." The man's voice was low and melancholy. "A debt of gratitude is the hardest debt to repay. To have