The old woman bit Li Mu Yang's arm with all her strength, staring at his expression with her murky, yellowed eyes.
The longer she looked, the less she could bring herself to bite.
Her body slid downward. With her mouth full of blood, she plopped down onto the ground.
"My son, give me back my son. Give me back my son—make my son come back to life!"
She wailed in agony, her voice hoarse and shrill.
She was a pitiful person.
Her life had not been easy either.
"Let's go." Qian Du took Li Mu Yang's hand and said softly, "If you don't want to, we can go back."
Earlier, Qian Du had wanted to drag Li Mu Yang out because she was worried he would shut himself away. She feared he would isolate himself from humanity, causing the distance between the two sides to grow wider and wider, until he truly became a lone dragon cut off from the world and hostile toward the human race.
Now, after experiencing an incident like this, she wanted to take Li Mu Yang back again.
She was afraid the human race's attitude would provoke Li Mu Yang. She did not know what awaited them afterward.
Another old woman? Or thousands upon thousands of old women who had lost their children and loved ones?
"No." Li Mu Yang looked at the old woman sitting on the ground and weeping, his voice firm. "Keep moving forward."
For Li Mu Yang now, there was only one road: forward.
Whether it was Wind City at this very moment or the rest of his life, the only thing he could do was keep moving forward.
He could not evade it, much less retreat.
No matter how difficult the road ahead was, and no matter how dangerous it