Loran Hill took a few steps forward and also came to the lake.
"Senior Jelan, I actually have a way to solve the problem you are facing." Loran Hill turned around in front of the lake, his face peaceful and dreamy under the starry night.
"Want to listen?" The girl's questioning voice sounded like the temptation of a witch in an ancient fairy tale.
Even though he knew the girl might be exaggerating, Jelann still thought that maybe he could get a different answer or direction. He nodded and looked at the child with the pair of crimson eyes.
"Haha, first of all, I have to say that this method is not a special strategy or idea." Loran Hill held her hair in front of her and explained in detail.
"Senior Jie Lann hopes that his companions or subordinates can have a better outcome in the future, right?"
"That's right," Jelan admitted.
"Also, I think you might be a little tired of the current intrigue and hope to be free in the future, to be able to choose the life you want, right?"
"Yes." He nodded again.
"I can help Senior Jie Lann achieve all of these."
In the night, Loran Hill's pair of true red eyes emitted a dazzling light, the black hair behind him fluttered, and three pairs of transparent and dreamy butterfly wings quietly opened.
The girl tapped the lake surface with her toes, ripples spread out, and her figure lightly leaped above the lake, drawing a graceful trajectory in the night sky. Then, twinkling fireflies rose from the lake surface, dancing and spinning along with her slender figure, just like the scenery seen in a dream.
Carrying the night breeze, the girl slowly descended again and stopped in front of Jelann.
"I can help you realize all that you wish for, but as a promise, you must also embark on a completely different path from the past."
"Would you like that, Jalan?"
In the forest under the starry night, countless breezes are blowing, they shuttle between trees and branches, bringing endless rustling sounds, like the forest singing in unison, that is the song of the wind, the song of the night.
Her eyes were wide open, her body was stiff and motionless, and the Mana beside her seemed to be cheering. They flew towards the girl, circling lightly around her. That special pressure, although very weak and light, was unquestionable and could not be disobeyed. It was like the authority of a god, making the aware soul tremble.
There was no doubt about it. He had experienced this feeling and this experience once before.
The girl before him was a genuine 'witch', a being in mythology that brought both blessings and disasters to people, a 'god' that walked the earth playing mischief.
The surprise I felt when I saw Loran Hill turned into a faint joy, then into helpless loss, and finally into trembling shock, and finally relief.
Jelann closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing his stiff body to recover a little. Then he slowly opened his eyes. He no longer stared at the dreaming girl, but slowly lowered his head and asked in awe.
"What do you need me to do?"
"It's a simple, unpretentious matter. Jaelan, you will break free from the constraints of the past and become the true king of the West. You will lead your people out of the darkness and into a new world, a land of justice and enlightenment."
The gentle voice was like an angel's blessing, or a devil's temptation, spoken slowly, as if the future was nothing more than the branches and leaves brushing against her sleeves, determined in one word.
In a corner of his heart, the quietly hidden flame suddenly expanded and became more and more intense, like the heart of a red dragon, beating in Jelan's mind and body, spreading the heat that burned everything, as if it were boiling.
The father who was blessed by Fan Huasilin, the father who was becoming stronger and more majestic, the future which was no longer clear and smooth, the present situation which was confusing and lost, the figures who trusted and followed him, the narrow road which was gradually getting darker.
In my heart, which was filled with all kinds of dark clouds, it was as if a red hand reached in, tore apart the dark clouds and mist, and burned them to ashes. Everything became hot and bright again.
Following the burning obsession in his heart, Jelann slowly half-knelt down.
"Goodbye, father, and my weakness," I muttered to myself.
"I will grant you twelve imaginary holy swords to help you blaze a trail through the thorns and forge a path forward."
On the Tear Moon Lake under the starry night, the girl who looked like a fairy from mythology sang softly like a chant, and a golden glazed world unfolded on the lake, colorful and dreamy.
A total of twelve fantasy holy swords of different shapes slowly rose from the lake, hovering behind the girl, emitting different radiances of power.
The patterns of the bright moon and the sun appeared on the girl's forehead. The trajectories of countless destinies were determined at this moment. Stars streaked across the night sky, and the forest welcomed a rare grand and brilliant meteor shower.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com