Sun-Eroding Cry turned his head slightly to glance at Sun-Eroding Rain, with a gaze filled with the dust of time, and a soft sigh spread across the mountaintop:
"He is considered my nephew, his father, Erosion Sun Muqing, is my brother." Sun-Eroding Cry's voice carried a hint of wistfulness:
"Back then, when I was suppressed by Yun Tianji, Muqing had just stepped into the Martial Emperor realm."
Upon hearing this, Sun-Eroding Rain's eyes remained unmoved, still silent, only slightly bowing towards Sun-Eroding Cry's direction, as if acknowledging this bloodline connection that spanned countless ages.
But in his heart, how much weight this kinship held was unknown.
Sun-Eroding Cry's gaze once again swept over this unfamiliar Near Immortal Realm before him, seeing the orderly yet slightly thin spiritual energy, a flash of loneliness and emotion crossed his eyes:
"Things have changed."
