The red curtain of memory lifted within the historic scene, just like the turbulence in the Young Lord's heart.
It came from the depths of his sealed memories.
Though this recollection had gradually loosened over endless years, and despite his countless years of silent, frenzied waiting within the Immortal Palace, part of him had already pieced together an answer.
Yet… at this moment, facing the true history before his very eyes, he still could not find peace.
Hence, Spirit Phoenix held his hand more firmly.
At this moment, Xu Qing, sharing an integrated state with the Young Lord, could clearly feel the turbulence in the other's heart.
He could understand it, yet he could only remain silent.
A life intertwined with truths and illusions, years of despair and hope, the mingling of cries and laughter—all of it, ultimately… was the essence of a father's love.