A hundred thousand years ago, the young man who was protected by his Master and lucky enough to survive being pushed off a cliff by his Senior Martial Sister had now become the strongest being in the universe.
But his Master was gone.
His Senior Martial Sister was gone.
Even his two Senior Martial Brothers were also gone.
It is said one shouldn't travel far while their parents are alive, and if they must, they should have a clear purpose. Yet, Xu Lai always felt that one *should* travel far when their elders were still around.
That feeling of wandering far from home, yet still having a place to return to, was especially reassuring and warm.
No matter how perilous and dark the road ahead, he knew there was a harbor behind him, a place he could rely on with complete trust.
Although Ye Meizi did not understand how Xu Lai knew wine was buried here, he sensed the pervasive melancholy surrounding the other man.
He was gradually affected by it.
