At this point, the two fell silent for a moment.
Chen Wusui said softly, "Alright, I've said everything I needed to say. I'm leaving now. Lele, take care of yourself and the time. I'll wait for you outside."
Chang Le nodded, coughed a few times, and said, "I want to say a few words to him."
"Hmm." Chen Wusui got up and left.
Chang Le sat silently for a long time, then suddenly leaned against the tombstone and whispered, "I'm actually fine, Fu Guang."
“They are all very kind to me. Hua Lihan is generous with the resources of the Hua family, allowing me to receive the best education and learn various skills. Aren’t you worried that I can’t take care of myself? Wei Zi always dresses me up beautifully.”
"Hua Qingyun is very generous. She gives me a whole stack of bank cards every time it's a holiday or my birthday."
Needless to say, my second brother always protects me no matter what I do. He says he was born with a biased heart, always leaning towards me.
My third brother, Hua Yuezhi, is rarely home, but he always manages to spot when I'm unwell or injured, and he even gives me a lot of novel weapons.
Fourth Brother is very gentle, so you don't have to worry about me holding back my grievances. Fourth Brother is here, I can tell him.
And then there's Hua Wuyan... although she's not very bright, she took me out to play a lot of new and interesting things.
“Anning is also very good. She understands decluttering better than I do and has more opinions than I do. She has always been helping me.”
"So you don't need to worry. Even though I'm far away from you, I'm doing very well. Really."
Chang Le reached out and stroked the handwriting, smiled, and said:
"Also, I've made many good friends outside: Kulai, Baixie, Lingren, Lijie, Raymond, and Crow. I'll bring them to see you when I have the chance."
"Don't worry, I've grown since then. I've taken on a few promising young people, and maybe in twenty years, they'll be able to support the future of the Dragon School. You see, I've also learned how to cultivate my own people."
“I also met many people, all kinds of people. Some I met instantly and became friends with, some I had only a short-lived relationship with, some were my enemies, some were my friends, some are still living well, and some have already left.”
"I miss them, I grieve, I suffer, I yearn for them, but in the end I can only wish them peace and happiness in their next life. If it were me in the past, I definitely wouldn't be so open-minded."
Do you think I've improved a lot?
Chang Le gently bumped his forehead against hers and grumbled, "Hmph, I'll make you drool. You can't see how amazing I am right now!"
The tombstone remained cold, unable to absorb even a trace of her body heat.
Chang Le held back for a while, but still pouted and complained, "You brat, Third Sister! Why did you leave me all alone?! What right do you have?! You bastard!"
Not satisfied with just cursing, she raised her hand and slapped the tombstone: "Scumbag!"
Poor Shen Fuguang, a bachelor for three hundred years, not only found a woman he couldn't even get a taste of, but also got called a scumbag by his own daughter.
Chang Le rubbed his hands and knelt down under the tombstone, huddled in the furry cloak, his voice low and hoarse: "I miss you so much."
"...However, I dare not summon spirits at will."
“They say your dragon soul has returned to the Dragon Tomb, but I’m afraid that your remnant soul and body are still left in the old ruins. If the returning soul is broken, the [Summoning] will be damaged and you will be unable to reincarnate.”
"So, Fu Guang, wait a little longer. I will become stronger as soon as possible and bring you, Mu Liangchao, Ren Baitou, and those brothers who died in the old ruins home."
"Then... then I'll be able to see you again, right?"
Chang Le reached out and gently touched his chest: "I can feel you responding to me. The sore spot you hide in my heart is throbbing, thumping along with my heart..."
As snowflakes fell softly onto his cloak, Chang Le slowly got up and shook off the wind and snow covering him.
She gently kissed the golden lettering and whispered, "Wait for me to come back."
After speaking, Chang Le walked down from the Stele Forest.
On the vast Gobi Desert, the Milky Way, formed by the convergence of stars, flows endlessly toward the edge of this strange world.
The Dragon Tomb Secret Realm is vast. The area where the [Nine Provinces Shrine] is located is safe, but other areas are mysterious and fraught with danger.
Chang Le didn't go anywhere else; he stopped in the yellow sand and sat down on a rock.
The cloak swelled and unfurled on its own without any wind, and tentacles that seemed to have no substance but could cut through gold and jade slipped out from under the cloak. The ends of the tentacles raised up, looked around, and then climbed onto Chang Le's shoulder.
As the tentacles appeared, a dark purple light emanated from Chang Le, spreading outwards in concentric circles like sound waves.
With the activation of [Netherworld], Chang Le spoke, calling out:
"Yan Guanshan, come out!"
Strands of faint light, like tangible wind, were drawn from all directions toward Chang Le's location.
Under the starlight, a streak of red light rapidly approached and stopped beside Chang Le. The light swirled around him and transformed into a familiar figure.
fiery red hair, silver-white uniform, and scarlet cape.
【Phoenix Fire】Yanguan Mountain.
Back in Huaixiangye Town, Ye Buqi said he had a way to preserve the last wisp of Yan Guanshan's soul. At that time, Chang Le didn't know what the method was, but now he does.
【Dragon Tomb】The dragon's energy is rich. After the bloodline of several generations of dragons perished, their fortune returned. This place can nourish the soul and is an excellent treasure for the soul.
Chang Le looked up at Yan Guanshan, whose soul form appeared more stable, and nodded to him: "It seems you've recovered quite well."
"Chang Le! Long time no see." Yan Guanshan looked at her with surprise and delight.
Chang Le smiled faintly: "General Yan, it's been a long time—I mean, it's been decades since we last met."
Yan Guanshan was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized that she seemed to have changed a lot. Upon closer inspection, he noticed her haggard and sickly face and her long, white hair. His expression immediately became complicated: "You remember what happened back then? You remember me?"
Chang Le gave a wry smile: "It seems that it really was me back then."
The baby who appeared in the video of Yanguan Mountain, being held by the young man.
It's her.
"I don't remember everything, but I vaguely recall some fragments from that time."
As his memory returned, fragments of what he had previously doubted frequently resurfaced, including Yan Guanshan's statement:
"I have seen you before."
Chang Le immediately thought of the blond young man and the little girl in the video.
The young man's face was unfamiliar, but his demeanor was strangely familiar. Coupled with the images she recalled—images not found in the video recordings but reminiscent of the freakish calamity that struck Chaohai City years ago—she...
She was certain that the young man was Shen Fuguang in disguise, and that she had been caught in the midst of that disaster.
It's that doll.
89 years ago, in the year 299 of the Natural Disasters.
Yan Guanshan was straightforward and immediately said everything:
"Before that disaster, I had seen Shen Fuguang in disguise."
I encountered him while on a mission in District Nine, and he tricked me. When I finally confronted him with my men, I learned that he was actually the uncrowned king of District Nine, the number one player in the land at the time—Shen Fuguang!
"Although we had a disagreement, it wasn't anything serious. We haven't had much contact since."
"Until that time in Chaohai City, I unexpectedly ran into him."
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