It was a long, long time before he opened his eyes, the color of sorrow washed away in an instant.
The fire gradually died down, and he carefully collected Zi Hu's ashes, tore off a piece of his sleeve, wrapped them up finely, and tucked them into his chest, saying, "Let's go, it's time to find the old Heavenly Emperor. Everything that needs to be said and done, let's get it over with!"
Xuanji's face still bore traces of tears as she silently nodded. Seeing her distressed expression, Liu Yihuan hurriedly spoke up, "Hold on, there's something I need to make clear beforehand."
Seeing him serious for once, everyone turned their attention to him, curious about the important opinion he might express.
