Ten years of drinking ice could not cool their hot blood!
A chamber dark for a thousand years could be lit by a single lamp!
Gu Changqing's words held profound meaning. Ji Ren immediately fell into contemplation, yet he could not fathom what they meant.
In truth, after hearing Ao Cunxin's words, Gu Changqing had been deeply pleased with the Dragon Race as it was now.
After all, the Dragon Race had been sealed away for far longer than hundreds of millions of years!
That span had to be measured in epochs!
Had it been any ordinary race, such interminable years would likely have worn away its Dao heart and extinguished all its will to fight.
Yet the Dragon Race was different.
Even after countless epochs, upon emerging once more, the Dragon Race had shown not the slightest weakness or cowardice.
Instead, this Witch-Demon War had reignited the Dragon Race's battle blood.
That was precisely why Ao Cunxin had come to seek his approval, eager to join the war.
Such a disposition was truly rare!
Moreover, Gu Changqing had a clear premonition.
Though the Dragon Race had been sealed away for countless epochs, and its former glory seemed to have faded into nothingness,
perhaps this single battle would allow its name to thunder across the universe and shake heaven and earth once more.
That was exactly what he had meant by "a chamber dark for a thousand years could be lit by a single lamp."
A moment later, Gu Changqing reined in his wandering thoughts and stopped dwelling on it.
With a casual glance, however, he saw that Ji Ren was still standing there in a daze.
Gu Changqing smiled again and said, his voice heavy with drunkenness,
"Humanity will have its own hour of glory. Why envy anyone else?"