After eight thousand years, Sheng Li finally got the answer he had been seeking for.
His heart soared, and there was a lightness like never before in his entire body. Even his eyes cleared up a lot, as if he had just woke up from a long nightmare. He pursed his lips with his face was still devoid of any color. There was an unprecedented gloominess in his eyes as his heart sank with seconds passing by.
The cloaked man stared at him for a while before walking toward him and offered his hand.
Sheng Li stared at it blankly before putting his hand on his palm.
He instinctively shivered, the surface of the man's skin was so cold and hard, similar to the eternal glacier which persisted in all seasons. The man pulled Sheng Li up while he was distracted.
"The marks on your skin…" He gingerly asked. "What is it?"
