"So, Chang'an City doesn't welcome you!"
At that moment, Sang Sang walked out of Old Brush Studio and headed toward the bun shop.
Seeing this scene, Wei Guangming smiled, smiling like a child.
The old man remained silent, but his eyes, which shimmered with Flowing Light, stayed fixed on the girl.
That smile allowed Wei Guangming to see a light even purer than his own.
True light!
He understood. He understood everything.
Although he had not found the Son of the Underworld King he had been longing for, he had seen the Daughter of Light—the light of Xiling Divine Palace.
In the winter of the fourteenth year of Tianqi, the Grand Divine Priest of Light, who had fled Xiling Divine Palace, had come to Chang'an City because of some mysterious intuition. He had not found the shadow of that darkness, but he had found his own successor. Perhaps this, too, was a form of revelation.
Seeing that Wei Guangming's gaze remained fixed on her, Sang Sang stopped what she was doing and looked up at him in confusion.
At that moment, Wei Guangming suddenly reached out and gently rubbed her head.
Sang Sang frowned. Why had this strange old grandpa touched her head the moment he arrived?
"Before I find the shadow of darkness, I will not leave."
"The shadow of darkness? More than ten years ago, because you saw the Son of the Underworld King descend, the entire Xuanwei General's Residence in Tang Kingdom was slaughtered.
"Not long afterward, because you said that the Son of the Underworld King was still alive, everyone in an entire village on the Yantang border was killed."
"What do those people who died matter if it was for the sake of more people?
"When Eternal Night descends, who in this world can escape?"