Qingyue

Song Qingyue appeared at the entrance to the Underwater Demon Den without a word.

Scarlet Water Duckweed Flowers drifted with the undercurrent. Somehow, he could sense an indescribable longing in them.

He could no longer sense his father's presence at all. Or perhaps, from now on, it was scattered throughout every corner of the Qing River.

He felt grief.

But he couldn't cry.

Behind him stood three senior members of the Qing River Aquatic Clan, all of them at the Outer Tower realm.

Including him and Elder Gui, who was looking after Qingzhi, the entire Qing River Aquatic Clan had only five Outer Tower experts left.

After two wars on the Lan River and one campaign to wipe out the White Bone Sect, still having five Outer Tower experts might have been considered a sign of deep reserves.

But the Aquatic Race had difficulty reproducing, and its experts emerged far more slowly than those of the Human Race.

The Qing River Aquatic Clan had nearly exhausted its capacity for war long ago. For all these years, it had barely held on thanks to Song Hengjiang.

Apart from the burly general who had always stayed by his side, the others were all old. None of them had much chance of reaching Divine Presence.

The future of the Qing River Aquatic Clan looked bleak.

Song Hengjiang had dragged himself along, badly wounded and refusing to die, because he couldn't let go of his people.

But now, at last, he no longer had to worry.

He didn't have to worry anymore.

Song Qingyue thought.

Only beyond that thought came grief, then anger, then hatred.

Because his father had been so tired. His son understood better than anyone how he had forced himself to carry on through all those years. Every day he lived