Xingtian dances with relatives.
"Brother! I beg you, please save him!"
"Want to go out? Promise us a condition."
"It's you."
Yinglong's broken bone wing.
"If I say, I know."
"Give him back to me!"
"Who are you?"
The dragon abyss has no bottom.
"You should be God. That's it, stay alone forever."
The gods raise their glasses.
"We were all fooled."
"I want you to follow me forever. Neither dead nor alive, neither human nor ghost."
"Okay."
Three hundred years ago, the last member of the Yinglong clan was slaughtered. Three hundred years later, a man walked out of the dragon abyss. His eyes were dim and he didn't know where he was looking.
How should we treat our old friends now that they have returned? Hatred? Or resentment?
And the hatred is only between two people.