Hearing this, although he had already anticipated it, Huo Yuhao's face still turned pale.
He lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.
Just as Dai Yuhao was about to say something, he heard Huo Yuhao murmur softly,
"What strongest expert on the continent? What Limit Douluo? It was all just a joke."
Huo Yuhao suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed fiercely on Dai Yuhao as he growled word by word,
"You are not me at all."
Seeing that the situation between them was not quite right, Tian Meng and the other soul spirits who had wanted to chat all fell silent in unspoken agreement.
"Yuhao, you're still young. You don't understand. Once you grow older, you'll realize that hatred cannot sustain a person for an entire lifetime. How about this? Let me tell you about everything I experienced along the way. Then you'll understand me."
Huo Yuhao still said nothing. He merely stared straight at Dai Yuhao with reddened eyes, hoping to receive an explanation he could accept.
Although Dai Yuhao had agreed to tell him, he did not begin speaking right away.
Instead, he closed his eyes, as though recalling something.
After a while, he finally began to speak slowly, his voice low and steady.
He spoke until the sun set and the moon rose.
Soft moonlight draped over the two of them like a silver veil.
Dai Yuhao beamed with happiness, glowing brilliantly beneath the moonlight.
In contrast, Huo Yuhao's face was half-shadowed and half-lit, making his thoughts impossible to read.
After speaking all the way through his victory over Di Tian, Dai Yuhao slowly turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao. "Little Yuhao, can you understand me now? Life is..."
"Enough." Before he could finish, Huo Yuhao could no longer endure it.
He was practically mad