Redbeard took a hearty swig of liquor, and his face immediately flushed red.
He sat right down on the ground without a care, hardly seeming like a legendary dwarf who had just killed a Demon Lord's near-equal.
As he spoke, a story slowly took shape.
It was a simple story: a group of young people had left their planes and, relying on God Game, ventured through the myriad heavens. They came together and spent a long time laughing, bickering, and adventuring side by side.
But sadly, happy times always had their limits. Their adventures, too, had to end; they couldn't go on forever.
Some had to take on the duties of their sects, some had to shoulder the mundane affairs of their faiths, and others had to lead their people forward or study more. Even Redbeard had to inherit his old man's failing workshop and take on the responsibility of being the Blast Furnace Chosen.
"I miss those days, too!"
As he drank the strong liquor in his hand, Redbeard wore a deeply wistful expression.
"But we all had to accept one thing: sooner or later, the time would come for us to part. I won't forget those guys or what happened back then, but in the end, in the end, the time still came for us to part!"
"You know, Brother Xiao Yang, I once wrestled with dragons. But now I'm back home, and I don't even dare have an extra drink. Damn it, I really did marry a dwarf wife with a temper like a volcano. But we've got several kids together now." As he spoke, Redbeard kept waving his arms, his tone indignant. But Xiao Yang saw the sweet, blissful smile on his face.
Tipsy, Redbeard kept telling stories about the past.
"Everyone was busy, and we