A gentle breeze passed, stirring the multicolored peach trees as a shower of blossoms drifted through the sky, their delicate fragrance refreshing the soul.
Deep in the valley, silence reigned. Bathed in falling petals, Dan Qiulin stood motionless for a long while, the Fountain of Life resting in his palm.
Some things didn't need to be said. Bai Yang had made his decision, and he would never change it. Dan Qiulin understood him and would remember this bond. No matter how many words of thanks he offered, they would mean nothing. Bai Yang could give up the Fountain of Life for his sake; in the future, Dan Qiulin could use the sword in his hand to sweep away every obstacle in Bai Yang's path!
Slowly, Dan Qiulin raised his left hand and reached behind his head.
Then the black cloth that had always covered his eyes slipped away.
He had once said that Mu Tong was the most beautiful sight in his life, and that every other color in the world meant nothing to him. Now he would see the most beautiful sight in his life once again, so there was no longer any need for the black cloth to shield his eyes.
After so many years, Dan Qiulin saw the world with his own eyes once more. But he didn't look at anything around him. Instead, he gazed at the Fountain of Life in his right hand.
From a distance, the Fountain of Life looked like nothing more than a green orb brimming with vitality. But only when he examined it up close did Dan Qiulin realize how astonishing this tiny sphere was.
It was whole and indivisible. Even if the tiniest fragment were separated from it, the Fountain of Life would lose its power!
The surging vitality within