Yi Feng smiled without directly answering the old man's question.
"Come with me. I have prepared a gift for you."
With that, Yi Feng flew toward the horizon on his own.
The old man was deeply puzzled. After pondering briefly, he followed.
The "gift" Yi Feng had mentioned piqued his curiosity, making him want to see what it was.
The two arrived amidst the stars and stood side by side.
From afar, they gazed at the barren planet from before. Amid the river of stars, it appeared so dim and tiny.
A smile lingered at Yi Feng's lips as he waved his hand.
That barren, dim planet immediately changed its appearance.
The black sand and dust above it were swept away entirely, and it became like a transparent, dazzling glass sphere.
Within the planet, an enormous black Demon Dragon was imprisoned.
The Demon Dragon was so huge that, if stretched out, it could coil around the planet several times.
Yet at this moment, the Demon Dragon no longer possessed the slightest trace of life.
At the sight, the old man's expression changed drastically.
His skeletal body trembled uncontrollably, while his skin-and-bones chest heaved violently.
Gasping for breath, he said, "The Demon Dragon... the Demon Dragon is actually dead?!"
His voice was filled with shock and excitement; no words could describe how he felt at that moment.
The old man had guarded this planet for countless years for the sole purpose of suppressing this Demon Dragon.
To suppress the Demon Dragon, he had left behind his family and friends. Like the Demon Dragon, he had been exiled and imprisoned upon this planet.
His only companions had been the eternal wind and sand, and endless solitude.
His emotions had gradually faded, his memories had gradually blurred, and his life had gradually ebbed