Thousand-Li Beacon, atop the city tower.
Tang Tian tilted his head back. It was late autumn, and such a bright, glorious sun was truly rare.
He squinted at it for a while, then turned and smiled at Li Yu, who stood not far behind him.
"It's been so long, and there's still no news from Wang Xian. Do you think he died in the Demon Realm? Or did he really become some great Demon King?"
"Pah, pah, pah!!!"
Li Yu had already grown into a graceful young woman. Dressed in pale yellow robes, she stood beside the battlements, gazing intently ahead.
The autumn wind lifted the loose strands by her temples, making her delicate face appear even fairer, like jade.
She did not answer Tang Tian. Instead, she was watching the sky.
Something was wrong with it.
At some point, a dark cloud had drifted into the gray sky.
It had appeared abruptly, as though it had emerged from the void itself.
Gradually, more and more dark clouds gathered—one, two, ten, a hundred... It seemed that, in the next moment, the surging black clouds would blanket the horizon and sweep toward Thousand-Li Beacon.
Li Yu's brow furrowed tighter and tighter.
Suddenly, she recalled that year. On this very same city wall, Wang Xian, even with his memories lost, had still stood before her, blocking a fatal blow for her and helping her break through.
That scene remained vivid in her mind to this day. That fellow's back seemed carved into her bones, impossible to forget.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She turned and snapped at Tang Tian, "You and that cursed mouth of yours! If it weren't for Wang Xian's sake, I'd tear that mouth of yours to shreds right now!"
Tang Tian jumped at