Black Bull forcefully blew out scorching breath through his nostrils, his eyes widened to their limit.
Especially that mighty, imposing body, every inch of flesh pulsing. Those words... that appearance... why did he look so much like someone? Why so much like him?!
Black Bull's eyes gradually went vacant as well, exactly as Chen Xun's had back then.
His Dao foundation must have become unstable after several thousand years of seclusion, leaving behind some aftereffects and causing hallucinations.
How could it be him...
Especially that white hair fluttering amid the yellow sand—it was exactly like the last time they had seen each other before parting...
Such deliberately familiar features instead seemed strangely unreal.
Black Bull raised his head and quietly watched him. He did not use the slightest bit of mana to dispel the aftereffects of his seclusion, but... it was fine to look for a while.
A trace of melancholy gradually emerged in his gaze. If they had been here all these years, Chen Xun's nature would not have changed so drastically. At the very least, he could have lived a little more easily.
Above.
"Junior Brother Bull." Ji Kun's voice was gentle, carrying a note of greeting. "Your appearance has changed quite a bit."
"Moo~"
Black Bull softly snorted in reply, a gentle smile appearing on his face as well. "Moo moo~"
Though he knew it was all false, all an illusion, it was still good to speak a few words, good to receive some response. Nothing else mattered.
Within the deep pit, streams of light spilled down, piercing through endless clouds with dazzling radiance and boundless warmth.
They lightly fell over Black Bull's body, draping him in a layer of rosy light.
Ji Kun seemed to understand Black Bull's words. Smiling, he said, "I came to see