Ten thousand years passed.
Vast Sea, all things changed and replaced; even dynasties were no exception. The once peerless Eastern Spirit Dynasty had also marched toward its downfall.
Yi Feng, imprisoned beneath the earth for ten thousand years without seeing daylight, finally saw the light of day again.
He hurried back to the little mountain village.
But the little mountain village of old had long vanished. Only the statue stood unmoving atop the mountain, gazing into the distance.
He did not cry.
There was not even the slightest expression on his face.
Nor did he speak a single word of how much he missed her.
He merely planted the sword in his hand beside him and quietly sat down next to the stone statue. And once he sat down—
A hundred years passed.
Over those hundred years, he recounted every scene and event that had happened since he entered the Eastern Spirit Dynasty...
As though what stood before him was not a stone statue, but a living person who had been waiting for him all this time.
Spring went, autumn came.
He did not spare a single detail.
When he spoke of how he had relied on his own intelligence and talent to obtain crucial intelligence for the Bright Moon Dynasty, a smile of seeking praise would still appear on his face, making him seem somewhat childish.
He did not resent the Bright Moon Dynasty.
That had been his own choice back then.
Though he did not know whether his intelligence had ultimately made any difference, he also knew that war between the Bright Moon Dynasty and the Eastern Spirit Dynasty had indeed been averted.
He also spoke of how he had been discovered back then, even recounting amusing tales from the bottom of the prison, as well as the