Yang Hui's hoarse voice reached the Little Dragon God's ears. He looked up. At some point, the little old man he remembered so often appearing before him and Lin Yuan—carefree and frequently kindly—had become utterly haggard. Much of his hair had turned gray in a single day, and wrinkles now covered his face.
He was still holding a diary.
Watching Lan Xuanyu, who had yet to emerge from his grief, watching him stare blankly into space, Yang Hui felt as though his heart had been steeped in vinegar.
He's far too young, yet he has to take over this mess of a Federation.
"All right, Lan Xuanyu, I'll leave you alone for now. They're still trying to save Old Wang. I'll go check on him..."
"Oh."
Lan Xuanyu accepted the diary Yang Hui handed him. A Soul Guidance Technology lock, rippling with a blue halo, covered the notebook.
"A restriction?" Lan Xuanyu murmured.
His hand had just touched that ball of blue light.
[Confirming identity...] [Confirmation successful.]
The blue light instantly dissipated.
[Federation calendar, year 10010, July 15]
"A year has already passed since the third stage of raising a god from childhood—tempering the heart—and my first ride in an interstellar fighter..."
Lan Xuanyu gently stroked the words on the page, and his hollow heart gradually began to fill.
So you'd already wanted to raise me into the Dragon God without my knowing, big brother. You're so mean. How dare you have an idea like that without telling me first? Lan Xuanyu muttered, poking Lin Yuan's shoulder beside him.
He recalled their days in the High-Energy Youth Class, when Yin Tianfan had pointed them toward the restroom, only to end up going there to throw up alongside him.
*How did I never notice before that if