"Since my father is the god of wind, why did he leave him alone in the dark hellfire? I don't want the power of the god of bullshit!" Qingyi was dressed in black clothes, and his straight back concealed the unyielding and stubbornness in his heart. He put the broken knife on his shoulder and walked forward step by step, never looking back. "Brother, brother! Brother, I don't want the power of the God of Wind. Don't leave, brother. I'll give you the power of the God of Wind. Don't leave." Lingyu pulled Qingyi's clothes and begged over and over again. Qingyi obviously slowed down, but never looked back. "Brother, please, brother." "Aluan, listen, since the power of the Wind God has been given to you, you will be the next Wind God. I will not take what I gave to others." "Brother, I am not someone else, I am not." "I don't I am willing to fight for the heaven, but the world needs a wind god. You need to live for the common people in the world. From now on, everyone in the sky will know that you, Ling Yu, are no longer around, but I will no longer be Qing Yi." At this point, Ling Yu succeeded to the throne as the new wind god, and everything in the world returned to balance.
Intention: Xianxia