"Master?"

Little did they know that the words "Master" from the bloody skull instantly brought the two of them back from their thoughts.

Looking at his red eyes and lonely expression, it is not difficult to see how much impact this name has on him.

Ye Qiu was a little at a loss for a while. Although he studied under Emperor Zhenwu, he knew nothing about his past.

After that time of fugue, Ye Qiu never returned to the Undersea Immortal Palace. He seemed to have completely disappeared from this world.

When he first came to the lower world, Ye Qiu stayed there for a long time, and also tried to find him and solve many mysteries in his heart.

But for some reason, he seemed to be avoiding Ye Qiu intentionally. When Ye Qiu returned to the Undersea Immortal Palace again, the restricted area had disappeared into the vast deep space.

"Oh my God! Have you heard me wailing in pain countless times? God is pitiful, and veterans will live forever..."

"After many years, I dragged this mutilated body and waited bitterly on the Huangquan Road, just to see my master again."

Listening to such heavy words, both of them fell silent. At this moment, they finally realized why he was here.

Waiting countless days and nights, just to see that majestic figure again, the faith he has followed his whole life.

This is the only way to Huangquan, the only way to Jiuyou Underworld. He has been waiting here for who knows how long.

Perhaps as he said, veterans are immortal!

This body, which has been fighting for one person and one belief all its life, finally received news worth looking forward to.

Maybe for him, this is the best ending.

Ye Qiu doesn't know the story between them, let alone what they have experienced. Ye Qiu doesn't even know about the things they fought side by side.

But from his eyes, Ye Qiu could see the loneliness left in his eyes.

Emperor Zhenwu, a mysterious man! He represents an immortal legend.

It is precisely because of his charisma that after so many years, there are still followers who are loyal to him in this world, silently waiting for his return from the darkness.

Ye Qiu was silent! Perhaps he would not have such heartfelt followers in his life who would fight for his beliefs.

Will there be one?

Ye Qiu couldn't help but ask himself, maybe there will be, or maybe not.

I don’t know how long time passed, but the bloody skull finally recovered from the sadness, anger and excitement.

Dragging the incomplete body, his eyes were focused and he looked at the young man in front of him. At that moment, he seemed to have seen the high-spirited figure from back then.

"Haha... God has been so kind to me, letting me hear news about the master again."

Speaking of this, his eyes were slightly distracted, and he looked at the piece of yellow sand and the skeletons stranded in the desert. They were all his former comrades-in-arms.

They failed to withstand the wind and frost of the years and were eventually buried here. Only he persisted by relying on his faith.

Perhaps as he said, God had not treated him badly. After waiting for countless days and nights, he finally received such news.

It's so pitiful that God doesn't want this veteran to be buried here with regret.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally calmed down, looked at Ye Qiu, and continued: "My child, can you tell me, master, is he okay now?"
Chapter completed!