The heavy city gates let out a dull groan and slowly split open a crack.
The gap was not large, only wide enough for one person to squeeze through sideways, but it was enough.
Until Little Fly, still looking utterly bewildered, held Du Yulin's hand; until Old Gu led the two of them through that narrow gap and stepped past the gates of Thousand-Li Beacon...
Until the two old men embraced each other and wept bitterly.
Little Fly stared blankly at the scene before him, his mouth slightly open and unable to close for a long while.
He saw the two gray-haired old men clinging tightly to each other like children.
One wept so hard his whole body shook, while the other sobbed until he could barely catch his breath. Their hands pounded heavily against each other's backs, as if confirming that the other was real and not an illusion.
"Good... good..."
Gu Chen's voice was so hoarse it was nearly inaudible. He repeated those two words again and again, his tears soaking Old Gu's shoulder.
Old Gu—no, he should be called Elder Gu now—was likewise too choked with tears to speak. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, only to find that no sound would come out.
A thousand unspoken words clogged his throat, turning into one muffled sob after another.
After watching for a while, Little Fly turned to the stunned Tang Tian and shouted to Du Yulin beside him, "Looks like Wang Xian didn't lie to us..."
"Wang Xian?"
Tang Tian shuddered violently upon hearing the name. He rushed forward and stared at Little Fly. "Kid, are you a demon? Where is Wang Xian? Where is he?"
His gaze burned like fire. The urgency and expectation in it made Little Fly instinctively take half a step