He smiled softly and then disappeared into the distance like a bolt of lightning.
Qi Wa hugged her purple gourd tightly, her eyes full of tenderness and determination.
She took a deep breath and also took firm steps towards her goal.
Qian Daoliu stood there quietly, watching everyone leave, leaving him alone.
His face was very miserable, and the deep wrinkles seemed to tell the vicissitudes and helplessness of the years.
His eyes were empty and confused, like a ship that had lost its direction and was drifting in the vast sea.
The whistling of the wind all around seemed to be telling the loneliness and confusion in his heart.
He looked at the empty surroundings and sighed. The sigh was full of helplessness and melancholy.
His shoulders drooped slightly, as if he was suffocated by a heavy burden.
He has always guarded the Angel Temple, fulfilled his duties, and never had any other extravagance.
There was a kind of determination and persistence in his eyes, which was his persistence in his mission.
However, at this moment, watching everyone bravely embark on a journey for the inheritance of the divine throne, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, began to move.
A trace of desire flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up by helplessness.
The last rays of the setting sun shone on him, stretching his figure very long.
His figure looked particularly lonely and desolate under the setting sun.
He turned around slowly, each step appearing heavy and firm. His steps were a little slow, as if every step required a huge amount of effort.
Deep in his heart, thoughts surged like a tide.
“For so many years, I have been sticking to the Angel Temple, performing my duty of guardianship day after day.” There was a hint of exhaustion and helplessness in his eyes.
“I have never thought about pursuing a higher realm for myself, but now looking at these figures full of vigor and courage, I am also very envious.”
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The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a bitter smile.
“Am I going to spend the rest of my life guarding you day after day like this?”
His eyes were full of unwillingness and helplessness.
No, he Qiandaoliu is not willing to give in! His fists were clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms.
But the reality is very cruel. Becoming a big worshiper is not something that can be eliminated, and I no longer have the energy as when I was young.
There was a flash of despair in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.
The only option is to return to the Wuhun Palace to be his great worshiper and manage the Wuhun Palace well. He will be satisfied with this result.
His eyes revealed a helpless acceptance.
The ground beneath his feet seemed to be holding him back, raising fine dust with every step. His steps were a little heavy, as if every step was filled with endless nostalgia.
The wind messed up his hair, but it couldn't blow away the desire in his heart.
There was both worry about the unknown and expectation for the future in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, as if looking for something.
The mountains in the distance look increasingly hazy in the dusk, as if they are a heavy fog on his future path.
But Qian Daoliu did not flinch at all. He walked forward step by step with firm steps, and his figure gradually disappeared into the vast night.
His back looks particularly firm in the night, as if telling the world that he will not give up and will continue to stick to his mission. (End of this chapter)