Eastern World.

Dragon Continent Calendar, Year 7630. Spring.

Long Kingdom, Cerulean Capital.

The streets were bustling with people of all kinds of backgrounds, the stores were overflowing with prosperous people, and the atmosphere resulted in blooming smiles everywhere. In the center of it all, a fairly low-key palace somberly resided. Inside the imperial palace, a dragon-robed monarch sat cross-legged leisurely. Atop the handsome monarch's head, there stood an erect golden crown. Across the throne hall, a young man with cold features was respectfully kneeling.

"Bohai, what is it?" Long Fengge asked the cold man. Five years ago, their father had died of natural causes. Shortly before his end, the white-haired ruler had declared him as the new emperor. His downturned golden eyes slightly fluttered: he had always doted on this little brother.

Facing this new role, Long Fengge could only reluctantly accept. From start to finish, he had been an obedient son. Perhaps, this was his compensation to the sincere, loving family. He had taken the place of their true son; thus, he would repay them with an excellent one. Since birth, he had wholeheartedly trained this naïve, kind little brother into a man fit to rule.

"Royal Brother." Long Bohai icily replied. He emotionlessly stared at this amazing elder brother of his. From start to finish, he lived underneath his vast shadow. He was severely outclassed in every possible aspect.

Finally, the time was ripe. Long Fengge has always been exceptional at judging people. He could instantly tell that this little brother of his did not come bearing good intentions.

"Mn." Long Fengge gently smiled. At last, this form of torture would come to an end. Twenty-five years had slowly passed since that fateful day. In this world, it was commonplace to revere the powerful. Regardless, he never felt any sort of gratification. Every day, he would awake in a pool of sweat. The never-ending nightmare of leaving behind his loved ones.

"Fengge!" Suddenly, Long Bohai enragedly roared. With bulging veins, blood-red eyes, the cold man's pretty face became distorted with fury. Immediately, retrieving his steel longsword, he ruthlessly stabbed toward his elder brother's heart. He had expected him to dodge with ease, however…

"Shluk!"

The tall, insurmountable wall he could never beat stood still placidly. Long Fengge had the same amicable smile, but to the cold man, everything was wrong. His peerless elder brother's handsome face was drenched in sweat; furthermore, his entire body was trembling.

"Why…" Long Bohai felt his killing intent quickly fading. He looked down at his right hand: the longsword had pierced directly through his elder brother's heart. He had struck without warning expecting him to complacently dodge like he always has.

Long Bohai finally realized the implications of his action. Previously, he was blinded with jealously. After seeing his elder brother's usual smile, he understood the full enormity of his crime. This colossal tree of the Long Kingdom must not fall!

The current Dragon Continent's peace was dependent upon a single master. A mastermind scholar capable of devising brilliant strategies that would send even the most experienced generals spiraling into a vortex of fear. Furthermore, this man was the Long Kingdom's legendary emperor. The ruler responsible for carrying the entire nation into an era of prosperity: Long Fengge!

"Bohai, don't cry. From now on, Big Brother cannot protect you anymore. From now on… You are the supreme ruler of the Long Kingdom! Don't let Mother and Father down…" Long Fengge's thin lips crept into a doting smile. He was not angry; instead, he felt liberated.

Long Bohai did not know he was crying. Rubbing his eyes, he discovered a pool of moisture. A myriad of childhood memories flashed through his dark eyes… the smiling elder brother who always doted on him without fail. Stunned, he dully watched the longsword in his rough, large hands. "Big… Brother? Did I..."

"No." Long Fengge shook his head. This was the fate he had always intended for himself. Though Bohai did not realize, he had fully completed his training. Everything he could accomplish, the little brother could also. He did not blame him.

"Don't leave Bohai... Big Brother, I can't do this alone." The cold little brother had reverted to his blessed childhood. Facing his doting elder brother, the cold man would reveal expressions only the two of them knew. In the entire Long Family, the sibling duo was all that was left.

"You can. I know it." Chuckling, Long Fengge softly coaxed. At the same time, he calmly signaled the hidden shadows. Within the hall, thousands of figures entered the light. Simultaneously, they all respectfully kowtowed. The sound of fierce banging heads pervaded the vast palace.

"Master, thank you for everything!" Unfortunately, the Secret Legion could not stop their master. No matter what, Long Fengge would not relent! The bright future he desired... did not lie with them.

The thousands of loyal subordinates, with a crying heart, could only continue to watch with clenched teeth. Long Fengge was not only their master, but their lifelong friend and savior. Every single one of them sobbed uncontrollably; additionally, a beautiful scarlet-robed woman loudly cried: "Brother Feng, I love you!"

"Xiao Ruo, I am not worthy." Long Fengge lightly chuckled. Throughout his twenty-five-year-old life, he had heard this phrase numerous times. But, toward this little girl, it was completely different. He truly adored the beauty's temperament.

Long Fengge meant his words. He could not provide the little girl with the sincere love she deserved. The pair had developed good relations since childhood. Perhaps, if he was a native of this world, their connection would have been different. Unfortunately, his heart had no room for love; he was too emotionally detached.

"Liar! Liar! Liar! You said that if I were to follow 'Brother Feng', I would be happy forever." Zhi Ruo continued bawling; however, a tall fatty placed his hand on her delicate shoulders. Shaking his chubby head, with tears in his droopy eyes, the fatty mildly coaxed the little beauty.

"Protect Bohai." In response, everyone hastily nodded. Long Fengge felt his vision rapidly dimming. Slowly, the world turned foggy; his golden eyes became misty. While falling into an eternal slumber, he witnessed his little brother kowtow with enough force to shatter a table. Bohai had runny snot and tears all over his pretty face.

Smiling, Long Fengge thought, "From beginning to end, Bohai, you have never listened to Big Brother. I said... to not cry."

* * *

May 5th, 2057. Shanghai, China, 9 am, with sun scorching like fire.

In a ten-story building, within an apartment, a handsome teenager was sleeping. Feng Hui's double eyelids trembled slightly, and his toned figure shivered with cold sweat. Slowly, he settled himself on the single bed.

Shaking, Feng Hui's pupils dilated. He felt every fiber in his body vigorously turning, while his muscles furiously contracted repeatedly. His handsome face was pale like a sheet; the teenager's gaze stopped on his pair of white hands.

"Isn't this Earth? Year 2057, the morning of…" Feng Hui fell into a daze. He did not continue this line of thought, as it was his most dreaded memory. Recalling the bitter experience, he uncomfortably speculated the twenty-five-year-long life of Long Fengge.

"Was it all a dream?" Feng Hui shook his head. He identified the notion as impossible. His life in the Long Kingdom was real; furthermore, he had truly returned to Earth.

A trace of tremble flashed through Feng Hui's eyes. In his memories, he was eighteen. He should be in the prime of his life; however, the life of Long Fengge had changed him entirely.

"Mother… Little Sister." Feng Hui was no longer a naïve teenager. Instead, he had become a mature, calculating monarch. His peach-blossom eyes shifted, and he recalled the life he had ached for.

Hurriedly, Feng Hui sprinted toward the door. He did not stop until a sentimental sight flooded his whole world. Fighting the brewing tears, the legendary emperor choked from nostalgia. Seated around a tattered dinner table, there was his smiling mother and sister…

"I… I've returned." Feng Hui awkwardly stood. In front of his true family, he was unsure of how to react. This was the return he had longed for day and night back in the Long Kingdom.

The emotions tightly locked in Feng Hui's heart started pouring out. For his family, nothing had changed; therefore, the mother-daughter duo brightly laughed at his gawkiness. For him… he had met death twice.

"…" Feng Hui's lips drew an arch. His little sister was as cute as he remembered; furthermore, his mother was still the same. Minus the age, the mother-daughter pair closely resembled one another. Staring at Feng Mei, the lovely black-haired beauty smiled back.

"I'm back…" Feng Hui broke down in tears. Truly, he had returned. For the past twenty-five years, he did not shed a single tear. As his overwhelming blame overrode the heartache! He was the tall pillar of the Feng Family; however, he had 'abandoned' them.

Feng Hui did not care about the circumstance. The fact stood true; he had left them behind.

Although the event was unavoidable, Feng Hui had always felt guilt regarding this matter. His beloved family would be suffering, while he lived a glorious noble life in another world. Luckily, he was given a second chance. In this cycle, he would firmly clutch every opportunity.

In the morning light, Feng Hui intimately embraced his shocked family.