The bald old man's towering figure stood tall in the darkness while giving off an indescribable sense of power.
He looked like a statue of a deity.
Not the fake Divinities, but rather an unimaginably powerful entity.
[The Demon Dragon is a problem that we left behind]
[Everyone felt that no descendant of ours would have anything to do with this forbidden weapon]
[But I had different thoughts. If one day, the Demon Dragon truly goes out of control, and if somebody came forward to kill the Demon Dragon, then how should we face this person?]
The old man stroked his silver beard with a contemplating look in his eyes.
[As our descendant, they would find out that we had runaway and at the same time suffer the consequences for what we had done]
[We… would not be able to properly face such a descendant]
Gu Qing Shan silently listened.
If he was in his shoes, he would probably have the same thought.
