To alleviate the pressure on Shura, Xue Meng released an even stronger aura, actively attracting the attention of the Abyss's will.
Even so, Shura was under considerable pressure. He used the excuse of splitting up to act separately, but in reality... sigh.
Lan Tianqi chuckled and sat back in his chair, saying self-deprecatingly,
"A scholar is useless in a hundred ways."
Every time Lan Tianqi approaches the battlefield, he faces this sense of powerlessness.
I felt this most deeply during the thirty years of bloody war.
He thought he would never go to the battlefield again and would never have such insights again.
Unexpectedly, today, in front of an eighteen-year-old youth, Lan Tianqi rediscovered the feeling of his youth.
A scholar is utterly useless.
As he chuckled to himself, Lan Tianqi shook the conch shell in his hand. He looked down and saw sixty coins lying quietly on the ground, caught by his shadow.
This is the silver coin he used to buy that stone. Shura took it out earlier to prove his identity, but Elder Lan told him to put it away again.
At this moment, he returned to Old Master Lan's side.
He looked up to the west, but the mist obscured his view, and he could only vaguely see the figures of Ying Shi and the boy walking side by side.
Old Lan smiled and shook his head.
It's most likely a misreading.
How could Shura easily step out of the shadow?
In any case, it seems that Old Lan really did see that scene.
Under the starlight, the young man, shrouded in the winds of nightmares, held the Heavenly King Sword, exuding heroic spirit and high morale.
Lan Tianqi hummed a nameless little tune softly.
"It's like when I was eighteen, I too longed to ride a horse with high spirits, and I dreamed of my beloved girl who would shame the moon and flowers..."
The music gradually faded, the figures in the mist disappeared, and the memories vanished from sight.
The sandstorm blinded me, obscuring what I once knew.
"A man over a hundred years old is still letting kids under twenty years old rush to the front."
Lan Tianqi bent down, picked up the sixty silver coins from the ground, rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his aged body seemed to be awakening with an indescribable spiritual power.
His gaze was solemn, carrying immense weight, as he looked in the direction where Shura had disappeared.
He spoke, word by word.
"I, Lan Tianqi, will one day be at the forefront of everyone else!"
One day!
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