At that, Xianyu stopped walking, his tone betraying neither anger nor pleasure.
"Dan Feng, do you know what you're saying?"
Dan Feng gazed at Yingxing beside him, his eyes moving from the white hair at his temples to the fine lines at the corners of his friend's eyes.
He turned to look at Xianyu.
"I'm sorry. I lied to you, sir..."
Dan Feng paused, dropping the honorific midway.
"I lied to you."
Even after being deceived by his friend, Xianyu's expression never changed.
Dan Feng gave a bitter laugh.
Were they friends? Or superior and subordinate?
With Yingxing and the Vidyadhara at stake, Dan Feng had no time to consider that question. He could only weigh every word and consider every sentence, afraid a slip of the tongue would implicate someone else.
Xianyu's words just now had jolted Dan Feng awake as though from a dream.
To outsiders, Dan Feng was the Vidyadhara High Elder, valiant in battle and skilled at healing the sick and saving lives.
Within his people, he stood against the many Dragon Preceptors. He was "Imbibitor Lunae," the one his people placed their hopes in, the one most likely to resolve the crisis threatening the Vidyadhara with extinction.
Dan Feng had acquired fragments of his past incarnations' memories through his dreams. He possessed over a thousand years of memories, yet even he sometimes felt powerless before the Cloud Knights and his people, who entrusted him with their faith.
Then what about Xianyu? What about the Xianzhou Marshal, who commanded eight Xianzhou ships and countless planets?
Xianyu was right.
They really were alike.
They could be many things, but never themselves. They were not allowed to be themselves.
Dan Feng soon found his answer.
They were friends.
Dan Feng looked dazed. He closed his eyes briefly, doing