"Mother…"
Xu Qing looked at the desert in front of him and listened to Aurora Immortal Lord.
Perhaps it came from the fluctuations in his body, or perhaps it was the meaning behind this word.
Unknowingly, his consciousness rippled with memories.
Wanggu and Peerless City appeared in front of him.
The Peerless City and his parents in his memory.
The beauty in his memories and the blood rain that couldn't be dispersed.
He recalled his parents.
Perhaps it was because he had traversed too many landscapes, or experienced too many events, that when Xu Qing now tried to recall his parents, he realized that all that remained were mere outlines.
Yet, the tenderness emanating from those outlines was an indelible mark—one that no mountains, no experiences, and no memories could ever erase.
It was eternally imprinted on his heart.
Much like how people may not know who they would see in their final moments.
