Before Lu Yin, the butterfly was enveloped in light and transformed into Ming Yan.
"Big Brother Lu."
Lu Yin stopped. The words "Big Brother Lu" took him back to the days on the Shenwu Continent, to the first time he had seen Ming Yan, her breathtaking beauty like a hibiscus emerging from the water. That moment had left an indelible mark on his heart. It was the first time he had fallen for someone. Just one glance, and he had been lost, sinking into those bright, shy eyes.
This was a battlefield, and he was fighting the butterfly. But as he gazed at Ming Yan in the distance, Lu Yin admitted from the bottom of his heart that she was Ming Yan. Though a voice kept warning him that she was not Ming Yan, but merely the butterfly's dreamlike illusion, at this moment, she was Ming Yan.
"Big Brother Lu, you're tired." Her gentle voice brushed over him like a soft breeze, making Lu Yin lower his hands. Yes, he really was tired. So tired.
He didn't know when he had started carrying the burden of all humanity.
He had never been that kind of person. He was selfish, ruthless, coldhearted, and always looking to take advantage. He would never sacrifice himself for anyone, much less take on some great responsibility.
But when had that changed?
He had stepped out in front of everyone. When had the Eternal Clan begun to believe that humanity would collapse if they killed him? He didn't know.
He was so tired. He had fought countless battles to the death and broken through countless times. Even now, he was weighed down by fear of the unknown fate that awaited him and anxiety about the future.
Lu Yin lowered his arms and looked at Ming Yan.