Only after a long, long while did Sikong Jing seem to return to reality...
He stared at the Light-Returning Mirror in his hand, now completely dim, then slowly closed his eyes again.
As he recalled everything he had just seen, a tumult of emotions churned within him.
At that moment, an aged voice softly sounded beside his ear. "Boy, how much did you see?"
That voice was so familiar.
It was precisely the voice that had been cursing furiously at the end of the Light-Returning Mirror—the old man Sikong Luomiao in reality. One could imagine why, even more than a decade later, he still found it so hard to let go.
Because in the end, Father and Mother had not taken away his great-granddaughter who would carry on his bloodline.
Sikong Jing opened his eyes, his face somewhat pale...
He could not help looking at the young girl supporting Sikong Luomiao. Mother had said that Sikong Xinyu was half a daughter to her.
Clearly, Father and Mother had once imagined that he or his younger sister would arrive more than a decade later.
But they had not known whether he or his sister would be able to watch the Light-Returning Mirror in its entirety, or whether they could save the people here. That was why Mother had left those final instructions, hoping that after he or his sister arrived, they would take care of Sikong Xinyu.
Of course, back then, Father and Mother had not known whether he and his sister would even appear here more than a decade later.
They did not know whether their children would be ordinary, or unwilling to remain ordinary.
The words they had used most were merely perhaps and maybe. They had only left behind this lead, simply to give it a try.
Sikong