Coming to this Dead Sea, still bending down, still bowing?
"What's your name?"
Right ahead, Lord Shou repeated the words.
Pei Yuan lifted his head, his gaze fixed intently on the face before him.
The face of a young man, abhorrent in appearance.
The surrounding gazes, pitiful and laughable.
After losing the battle of Ancient Contract that day, Pei Yuan once asked the Nine Heavens Ten Ancestors, waiting a thousand years without a response.
Now, after a millennium, he raised his eyes once more to ask, and the response came only from his own self before sanctification at the age of forty-two.
Pei Yuan found himself!
His back straightened, his chin raised, his gaze sharp.
The entire person seemed to rejuvenate instantly, as if he were thirteen hundred and twenty years younger.
"I am Pei Yuan!"
Still robust in old age, full of vigor.
