Li Mu Yang's voice was low and resolute, his face overflowing with an indescribable depth of feeling. It was as if he were consoling Chu Xun, yet also recounting the reason he had first set out.
Be a human? Be a dragon?
This question had once troubled Li Mu Yang again and again, tormenting him without end.
As a Libra, such a choice was enough to make him wish he were dead, then bring him back to life again.
The human race had abused me a thousand times over, yet I still treated the human race like my first love.
The dragon race treated me like its first love, yet I was somewhat sick of it.
That was a true reflection of Li Mu Yang's feelings.
It was much like the tangled triangle of affections among the young men and women of Tiandu City.
The dragon race had saved him time and again, strengthened him again and again, given him treasures rich enough to rival a nation, and supplied him with weapons and pills beyond counting. It had even given him countless houses set amid beautiful mountains and clear waters, brimming with spiritual energy—so many that even if each of his future children occupied one, there would still be houses left over, assuming they did not mind living too far from the city center.
But the dragon race was ultimately still the dragon race.
As a member of the dragon race, he would spend his entire life alone.
As a human, however, he could stay by the side of the person he loved most.
Chu Xun was different. He had grown up in the Prince's residence from childhood, and he had experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, as well as the dark reality of deceit and treachery, far