"Go ahead."
"If there's a chance, please take him away from here. Humanity has ill intentions towards him, neither world has treated him well. I entrust him to you, please take him to a place completely safe and happy... far from people like us."
With these words, Hui Bai glanced sideways: "...Su Ming'an."
Su Ming'an did not reveal that he came through a dream, but Hui Bai had already discerned that this Su Qing was not the real Su Qing.
"You really are clever." Su Ming'an said.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Su Ming'an took one last look at the room glowing with red light, a blonde youth standing with hands behind his back. This might be the last time he would see the original Hui Bai.
Outside the glass, chaos surged like waves. The blonde youth gazed at the tumult, unfazed even with mountains collapsing before him. Compared to Hui Bai of later generations, he was more like a steadfast rock standing tall and unmoving.
Sadly, this farewell would be forever.
