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"Hey! You look unfamiliar, but it doesn't matter. Let's be friends and have a drink."
A handsome man approached and greeted Ye Mingshang, immediately handing him a glass of alcohol.
Ye Mingshang was not used to such familiarity from others, but since they belonged to the same race, he didn't feel any aversion to his friendliness.
"Sorry, I drank quite a bit yesterday, so I can't drink anymore," Ye Mingshang politely declined.
"Haha! Don't be like that. It's just one drink."
"Yeah, Night Brother, it's just one drink. It's rare to have fun," Li Lang also chimed in to persuade him.
"Well... just one drink?"
"Just one drink. Come on, brother, let's do it."
Ye Mingshang took the glass and downed it in one gulp.
Hmm, it's quite good.
As night fell, the sky here was clear and washed clean, a deep blue unlike the gray haze of the city.
Even at night, it wasn't very dark because of the countless twinkling stars, shining like bright little light bulbs.
A half-moon hung high in the sky, large and seemingly close enough to see its craters with the naked eye.
This feeling was quite wonderful.
Under the starlight, everyone gathered around the campfire, happily eating roasted meat, drinking fine wine, and some were playing strange instruments.
In one corner, Ye Mingshang was drinking with several familiar and unfamiliar men, with dozens of wine jars already laid out at their feet.
They were not ordinary people; their alcohol tolerance was exceptionally high. While regular people might drink by the pound, some with lower tolerance even measure by two pounds.
However, their bodies were different from normal ones, and drinking was merely a formality for them, with each jar containing around five pounds of wine.
The fruit wine was sweet and easy to drink; even children could manage to consume two pounds. At this rare gathering, the elders would not stop anyone.
With a thud, the last man in white fell to the ground after drinking. Ye Mingshang smiled slightly and set down his wine jar, wiping the wine stains from his mouth with his sleeve.
Having consumed so much alcohol, he felt slightly tipsy and sat down on the grass.
Nearby, someone was playing a peculiar instrument, and the sound was quite pleasant, drawing him into a trance.
He recalled the grand ceremony at Celestial Abode where he sang for Mengyu.
Although he could no longer remember the song, a wave of emotions surged within his heart, prompting him to sing aloud.
"That night, under the bright moonlight, I sang and danced vigorously, just to see your most beautiful smile;
At that moment, I halted at the cliff's edge and turned back suddenly, just to find your truest self;
That day, blood stained the vast sea; darkness shattered the light, and my heart sank;
That year, I returned home with a long sword and warhorse, reborn in blood."
In that lifetime, I devoted my entire youth, donned in armor, slaying countless evil beings;
...
In this life, I have searched far and wide, retracing the old paths of my past life, yet I cannot find your direction, the way back to my heart;
If you are here, then my heart's desire is the world;
If you are not, all beings are but fleeting clouds, yet still a concern;
I am here, where are you waiting, unable to find my way back...
Ye Mingshang recalled the various memories of his past life: the shyness when he first met Mengyu, the love expressed through song and dance at the grand ceremony, and the joy in Mengyu's smile.
He remembered the anger in his heart during the invasion of evil beings, and the despair when Mengyu blocked that fatal blow for him.
He recalled entering the military camp with resentment, blinding himself with slaughter, and how he had become a slave to revenge.
He thought of the pursuits from both past and present, which have yielded no results to this day...
The lyrics were inspired by his feelings, improvised and not particularly melodious, yet every line struck deep into his heart.
The musicians accompanying him could not help but play a piece that resonated with the audience at the grand ceremony. They were moved by this song that was at times joyful, at times bitter, at times frenzied, and at times sorrowful.
As the song came to an end, Ye Mingshang suddenly realized that his eyes had become moist without him noticing.
With a sorrowful smile, he felt an indescribable sadness; he wanted to sing out loud and shout freely.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha! I have searched for a thousand years, killing across the world, leaving rivers of blood and countless corpses in my wake.
I have forged a reputation through slaughter, instilling fear in the hearts of many. I gave up immortality in exchange for this cycle of reincarnation.
Crossing the boundaries of past and present, traversing a millennium, I have been searching all along, but where are you?!
Where are you?!
Hahaha! Hahahaha!"
Laughter erupted, filled with endless sorrow; sighs echoed, expressing deep bitterness.
Over a thousand years of torment, transcending the struggles of past and present, is not something anyone can easily comprehend, nor can it be explained in just a few words.
A thousand years of loneliness buried deep within, donning an invincible disguise that earns the admiration of the world and instills fear in evil beings.
Even standing at the pinnacle of authority, one still feels the chill of isolation.
At this moment, he seemed to be more than just Ye Mingshang; he embodied emotions from his past life, even uttering words he himself did not understand.
"Mommy, who is that uncle? Why does he seem so strange and sad?" a little girl curiously asked while tugging at her mother's hand.
"Who is this person? Why does he look so familiar? I can't seem to remember."
"Killing across the world, rivers of blood and countless corpses—if that's true, he really is a formidable person."
In the crowd, there were those who were familiar with him and those who were not, but all were touched by his songs and words.
In the distance, an old man with white hair and a long beard held a wine cup, his gaze listless as he looked toward the place where everyone's attention was focused.
"I've been concerned about this for a while. This person is not one of our kin, yet he practices our clan's divine arts. And the weight of this bloody aura is just too terrifying..."
After a long time, Ye Mingshang finally regained his senses. Seeing everyone looking at him, he realized he had been too emotional and couldn't help but smile bitterly as he took a deep swig from the wine jar.
Then he looked up at the bright moon in the sky and softly spoke, "I am here now, but where are you?"
"I'm right here."
What?!
There were many people around, and he hadn't noticed that a girl had been watching him from the crowd all along, laughing when he laughed and crying when he cried.
She did not appear directly; she had been observing him from the shadows. Yet every word he spoke was deeply etched in her heart, causing her to shed tears like falling pear blossoms.
Ye Mingshang stood in disbelief, slowly moving his head, afraid that it was just an illusion. He hesitated to turn around too quickly, fearing that it would shatter that glimmer of hope.
When he finally turned around, a delicate girl stepped out from the crowd, her eyes filled with tenderness and tears like falling blossoms.
(To be continued.)
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