Were you afraid?
Of course not... I just couldn't. I couldn't become a sinner.
My voice sank. I sat silently on the stool, both hands wrapped around the teacup, taking comfort in its warmth. After all the commotion today, the sky outside—
Dusk had already passed, and night was nearly upon us.
The desert was scorching during the day and bitterly cold at night.
Though this place was an oasis, it was still surrounded by nothing but desert.
With no plants to regulate the temperature and no moisture in the air to do the job, the desert's temperature fluctuated wildly.
"Old Man Dragon... what exactly is this supposed to mean? Are you rescuing me? Trying to show me some kindness?"
Long Xian looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head.
"No... An old friend asked me to look after you."
"Who? The person in the photo?"
Seeing how interested I was in the photo, Old Man Dragon fell silent. Then, from somewhere, he produced the photo with a quick flick of his hand and set it on the table.
"Take a look... I can't tell you who the person in the middle is, but I can tell you about the other two. The one at the edge is Long Tianfeng's father, Long Wenling. The one next to the old man is Tang Xintian's father, Tang Long."
Long Wenling? Tang Long?
Right... Now that he mentioned it, I remembered.
I glanced at the photo, and memories of before the apocalypse instantly came back to me. I used to see those two on TV all the time. I'd even seen Long Wenling in person once, from a distance.
That's right. It was them.
But... who was the person in the middle?
To be surrounded by Hua Nation's two wealthiest