A sliver of fish-belly white gradually appeared along the distant horizon, yet to the two elderly figures, that light was painfully glaring. The old woman frowned instinctively but said nothing. She watched quietly, making no move to descend, letting the sunlight spill over her.
As she felt the sunlight drive away the darkness and cold, the old woman stole a discreet glance at the old man beside her.
The old man made no attempt to hide his emotions as he stood beside her. His eyes were fixed on the morning sun just rising in the east, with room for nothing else.
Sunlight bathed his entire body. He looked utterly at ease.
He did not know how much longer his current life would continue. He only knew it was not the life he wanted. If not for the guilt in his heart, perhaps he, too, would have been someone who lived in the sunlight.
Instead, he could only hide in gloomy corners like this one, feeling a fleeting warmth when the sun rose.
As he watched, the old man suddenly let out two derisive chuckles, then shook his head. Inside, his heart was already a sea of surging waves.
Long Xiaoyao, oh, Long Xiaoyao. How many years has it been? Don't you know what you've done all these years? And you still yearn for the light? You are the Dark Holy Dragon. The world's prejudice against dark martial souls will never disappear. That light was always beyond your reach, let alone now, when you're already sunk deep in the mire, beyond all salvation.
"Xi Shui, surely you didn't call me here just to watch the sunrise with you. Tell me, what is it?"
Long Xiaoyao returned to reality. He knew the situation he was in, and his gaze shifted from the