Late at night gradually arrived, The two walked side by side toward the academy lights.
Lu Chuan walked half a step behind Wu Zhangkong.
The moonlight stretched their shadows long, At first, they clung tightly together, But as their steps carried them forward, The distance between their shadows
Silently widened bit by bit.
Until they had completely gone their separate ways.
"I'm sorry, Teacher."
"I couldn't hold on to your light."
"And you can't stop my darkness."
"As for this toast to the future, let's each drink it dry from opposite sides of the ruins."
After several years, Lu Chuan drank again.
The night breeze was slightly cool. The liquor burned as it went down his throat, scorching not only his throat, but also the heart that had gradually begun to lean toward Wu Zhangkong.
Tonight, there was no one to drink with him, No one to chat idly about the past or the road ahead, Only Lu Chuan himself.
This time, he drank until he was thoroughly dead drunk.
The Golden Dragon King's physique was impervious to all things;
Ordinary strong liquor could not affect him in the slightest.
But on this night, It was never his body that had become drunk, But his heart, burdened with far too much fate.
Drinking could not dispel sorrow; it merely numbed the self for a brief while.
The next morning, dawn broke.
All the tenderness and melancholy of the night before were tucked away, As though nothing had happened.
Over the following days, Eastsea Academy returned to its usual order, And Lu Chuan completely immersed himself in dull yet extreme cultivation.
He cast aside all distracting thoughts and devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivation and forging.
His Soul Power circulated through its cycle, While dragon power tempered his meridians.
Whenever he had