The graves were all new, buried only recently.
Li Yuan poked at the campfire with a branch, watching the red and black cold branches turn in the fire, as puffs of thick smoke seeped out from the slight crackling of the branches.
Xie Yu's outburst earlier today gave him a feeling of "finally, the truth is out."
What made him feel ashamed was that Xie Yu must have poured all her emotions onto him, and he kept saying that he did the same, but in reality?
He was immortal, while Xie Yu, even if she reached Fourth Grade, could only live five hundred years. If she advanced further to Third Grade, there was still a limit to her lifespan.
But he... had no limit.
To him, any memory could be like clouds of smoke.
Xiaoyu'Er would also turn into clouds of smoke.
If tens of thousands of years were to pass, today's events would just be a trivial matter in the memories.
He naturally had a feeling of overlooking everything.
