After a while, Lu Chen gave Lu Xiao a heavy slap on his uninjured shoulder, then grinned broadly. The laughter was hearty, and it was also filled with relief.
"Good! Well said! You really are my little brother!"
"You've grown up and found your own path. Big Brother won't stop you. But remember what I'm telling you—"
Lu Chen's smile faded. His gaze sharpened like a blade as he spoke each word with ironclad resolve:
"No matter what you become, no matter how many secrets you carry or how many infamy-ridden names you bear, you're still my little brother!"
"I may not understand your path, but I'll walk it with you!"
"Whoever dares touch you, whether he's some damned Child of Destiny or the Primordial Ancestor, Big Brother will be the first to charge in and beat the crap out of him! If the Three Thousand Great Dao Arts aren't enough, we'll find another three thousand! If a Chaos Saint isn't enough, we'll charge all the way to Chaos Sovereign and Primordial Dao Lord!"
Domineering! Overprotective! Utterly unreasonable!
That was Lu Chen!
As Lu Xiao listened to this familiar yet overbearing declaration, his pure-silver eyes rippled violently.
The cold, sinister disguise seemed to be smashed open with a crack at that moment.
Something warm surged out through the fissure.
His throat bobbed. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he merely nodded heavily and forcefully.
"Mm!"
A thousand words were contained in that silence.
The bond of blood, the trust forged through life and death—neither had ever changed with time or circumstance.
Nearby, Bai Yaoyao watched the emotions surging between the two brothers, and the corners of her lips unconsciously lifted into a faint smile.
She gave a light cough, breaking the atmosphere that had grown a little