The battle did not last long.
Both of them knew the score. They could have gone all out, but there was no need.
Mu En feared that Mu Tianyi was still below, isolated and defenseless, while Long Xiaoyao had no desire to fight Mu En to the death.
After exchanging several dozen moves and testing each other's intentions, they both withdrew.
One golden and one black figure descended from the sky, returning to the clearing that had been ravaged beyond recognition by the shockwaves.
Long Xiaoyao spoke first. He sighed, and the emotion in his voice did not seem feigned. "You're still the same—never willing to suffer the slightest loss."
Mu En's face was cold as he said nothing.
Long Xiaoyao did not mind. He glanced at Mu Tianyi, who stood some distance away, and suddenly changed the subject.
"This child is one of your descendants, isn't he? He looks just like you did when you were young, as though he came from the same mold."
Mu En did not deny it. "Tianyi is my great-great-grandson."
Long Xiaoyao nodded. His gaze lingered on Mu Tianyi for a moment before shifting away.
He lowered his head and fell silent for several breaths. When he spoke again, there was a trace of helplessness in his voice.
"You already have a great-great-grandson... yet in the end, I'm still all alone."
Mu En looked at him but did not respond.
After a moment of silence, Mu En's gaze suddenly sharpened. "How is Xishui now?"
"You should still be in contact with her, shouldn't you?"
Long Xiaoyao's brows twitched faintly before returning to calm.
He did not dare look at Mu En. His gaze settled on the distant mountain range, his lips moving slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.
That silence was an