Li Muxiu's body trembled slightly, but he simply stood there without speaking.
Li Xiaoran struggled to free his arm, but could not. He glanced at his second brother and saw the utter grief deep in his eyes. Shaken, he regained a little clarity.
Then he looked at Li Tiangang beneath him, covered in blood, his aura feeble. He stared blankly for a moment before finally clutching his head in despair and agony.
He knew his eldest brother would never come back.
All these years guarding the Mo River, all those failed attempts to clear it-what had they been for?
Hadn't it all been in the hope of bringing their eldest brother home?
But now, there was no going back...
"Aaaah!!"
Li Xiaoran threw back his head and roared in fury, bloody tears streaming down his face.
Li Muxiu said nothing. He merely stood there silently like a stone. The wind from outside the pass swept over the three of them, then drifted lightly away.
A long, long time passed...
Li Muxiu looked at Li Tiangang, who still lay in the deep crater with blood covering his face, and said, "Are you planning to lie here for the rest of your life? If you're not dead, get up."
Li Tiangang trembled, then slowly sat up and wiped the blood and tears from his face.
He looked at Li Xiaoran, who had slumped to the ground beside him like a stone, then at the now expressionless Li Muxiu. Grief welled up inside him, but he held it back. He knew he was still the Li Family True Dragon.
Since he was the True Dragon, he had to hold everything up. Everyone else could fall, but the True Dragon could not. That was the responsibility the True Dragon had to bear.
"I'm going