The mountain breeze whispered through the night, a night that proved to be interminably long and arduous.
All night, Zhou Yan barely had a chance to catch his breath.
He drank the once Fiery Flame Sword Heart Wine, but even the liquor couldn't soothe his complex emotions.
Originally, everything had reached the anticipated moment, all the wonderful things were about to burst forth, and tonight was meant to be a sleepless celebration.
But it was indeed sleepless, just not celebratory.
Zhou Yan was never a man to wallow in despair or fragility, yet he did not understand why he suddenly felt so defeated and vulnerable.
It was as if he was caught in an unreal dream, but what was the harm in treating it like one?
The shattered space-time, the chaotic situation, and countless powerful adversaries like mountains, among which even stronger beings existed.
