One hundred thousand years ago, he was the God of War of the Nine Heavens wearing a silver battle suit and holding a golden dragon halberd.
One hundred thousand years later, he was a useless prince who traveled to various countries.
One hundred thousand years ago and one hundred thousand years later, she was still the god Ahri.
I am used to waiting for someone, and in the blink of an eye, it was just yesterday.
But she had waited for a hundred thousand years, but the repetition in this life was a strange one.