I Am Gu Yue, the Silver Dragon King!

The office fell silent. Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading a warm layer of gold across the carpet. Dust drifted slowly through the beams of light like countless tiny stars.

Zhong Shenxiu gently patted Gu Yue's back, his palm rising and falling against it in a steady rhythm, neither too light nor too heavy, as though he were soothing a frightened cat. His Light Gold Vertical Pupils were lowered as he looked at the crown of black hair buried against his chest, saying nothing.

He knew words were unnecessary at a time like this. Some wounds could only be healed by time, and some ruins could only be rebuilt by oneself.

Gu Yue's face was pressed against Zhong Shenxiu's chest. Her tears had already soaked through a large patch of his shirt, the warm dampness seeping through the fabric to his skin with a chill that clenched his heart. Her hands gripped the clothes at his waist, her knuckles white from the force, while her entire body trembled faintly.

Her mind was in chaos. The Dragon God—that ancestor she had never met, yet who bore the faith of every dragon; that hero she had always believed had fought bravely for the dragon race and Soul Beasts—had, in Zhong Lingyue's account, become a selfish, narrow-minded, arrogant sinner who had personally doomed the dragon race.

She did not know whom to believe, but she knew Zhong Lingyue had no reason to lie.

That child was the incarnation of the Douluo Plane's will. Every word he spoke represented the Plane's memories, something more real than any history book or legend.

So she believed him.

But what came after believing him?

What had her hundreds of thousands of years of persistence, restraint, and planning amounted to?

For the revival of the Soul