A Dragon’s Pride

“Who I am may no longer matter... What matters is that I am myself.” Liu Buqing gazed at the island in the distance, as beautiful as a fairyland, and shook his head. Then he looked at the Nirvana Feather in his hand and smiled.

“Do you know that doing this will kill you?” A gentle voice came from beside Liu Buqing, full of concern.

Liu Buqing turned to look at the woman beside him. A red glint flashed in his eyes, and the bell at his waist rang loudly. The woman’s expression changed in shock, and she fell asleep at once.

“Feng Lan... If you insist on asking why... it’s because of a promise... I suppose this is what it means to have an unyielding spirit: seeing it through at any cost, even if it means eternal damnation.”

As soon as Liu Buqing finished speaking, a streak of crimson light shot across the sky, and red flowers burst into flames on the horizon.

Liu Buqing laughed loudly, conjured a purple sword with a flick of his hand, rose up on the sea, and charged toward the horizon.