As Liu Shun spoke, the young men and women of the Willow Race listened, utterly enthralled.
A woman's eyes sparkled with little stars as she quickly asked, "I heard all of this was thanks to Sikong Jing, the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts. Without him, our Vast Cosmos Great World would have been gone long ago, right?"
"Young master, I heard you're friends with Young Master Sikong. Can you tell us stories about him?"
"Did he... really die?"
As they spoke, Liu Shun's gaze turned distant, sinking into countless memories.
He thought of the first time he had met Tao Qi—now Tian Qi—and Sikong Jing...
In the end, he gave a bitter smile and said, "I don't know. But I believe Young Master Sikong must have entered reincarnation. If everything went smoothly, he should be... nineteen years old now."
After a pause, Liu Shun suddenly looked toward a small city belonging to the Willow Race not far away...
"That little city is holding a wedding."
"Let's go ask for a cup of wedding wine. We picked our lives back up from the Burial Emperor Battlefield, so this is a good chance to experience the customs of our Willow Race again."
"Who knows? We might not get another chance next time."
With that, Liu Shun casually waved his hand and brought the young members of the Willow Race who had come to welcome him down into that small city.
They soon arrived at the wedding venue. After casually revealing their identities, they were welcomed inside.
Of course, they did not reveal Liu Shun's identity.
He was now the Willow Race's most famous figure. Revealing who he was would be far too startling.
And the young men and women who had come to welcome him were no insignificant figures either. Every one