Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

"Ayu, I don't know when we will meet again after this separation!"

"I only hope that I can see you again in my lifetime!"

Er Yuehong and Hua Yu stood at the bow and sighed at the rising sun.

"Don't panic, February! We won't stay too long this time. Once your brother gets used to it, we'll come back and meet you again."

After Hua Yu and Er Yuehong had a chat on the beach, they waited for Zhang Qiling to return and traveled around the world again for two years. Time came again when Zhang Qiling and Hua Yu were about to return to Changbai Mountain.

Er Yuehong was very reluctant to see his friend leave again.

"I'm not going back to Germany this time. I'm going to live in Dragon Country."

"But now the Dragon Kingdom and its neighboring countries are in a state of disharmony. February, I am afraid of you."

"Ayu, this is the path we have to take. Only if we beat them into submission will they stop picking up knives and forks to drink our blood and eat our flesh again."

"I understand. It's just like my dad's family. Only the strong can survive."

"Yes! The weak have no right to speak. Their only fate is to be eaten, enslaved, and oppressed by the powerful."

"February, although I am not from your country, I really like the scenery of your country. I hope it will get better and better in the future!"

Hua Yu leaned against the railing at the bow, squinting his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of the sea breeze caressing his cheek. The light reflected through his long hair onto Er Yuehong's face.

"But I still want to remind you in February."

"what?"

“When a person gets the power he wants most and enjoys the taste of power, there are very few people who can withdraw from it without hesitation.”

"So, stay away from those people or Zhang Qishan this time when you go back."

"He may no longer be the man who cares about the country and the people!"

"Once he has tasted power and enjoyed the pleasure it brings him, he will be completely eroded."

Hua Yu suddenly looked at Er Yuehong with a serious expression, his eyes staring straight at Er Yuehong, like a poisonous snake spitting out its scarlet tongue, and said words that made Er Yuehong shudder.

"Moreover, he once had half of the immortal blood flowing in his body. Do you think that he can still remain calm when he faces his old self in the mirror every time he faces his old self?"

Er Yuehong stood there in a daze, not even knowing when Hua Yu left, but he suddenly felt a chill spreading from the soles of his feet to his head.

Hua Yu's words seemed to wake him up from deceiving himself.

Yes, they have the same blood, but because one's parents are from the same clan and the other's mother is from another clan, even the speed of time flowing for them is different.

Every time I look at my old self in the mirror and then look at my young subordinate beside me, how can I feel balanced? How can I feel balanced?

It was not until Hong Xingjun came to call him for dinner that he realized that he had been here for the entire morning.

After having a peaceful lunch, Er Yuehong returned to his cabin, opened his notebook, picked up the pen, but didn't know where to start.

In the end, Er Yuehong just wrote one sentence.

"The abyss has a bottom, but the human heart is unfathomable."

After finishing writing, Er Yuehong stood in front of the small round window of the cabin, looking at the sparkling sea outside. Through the slightly opened window, the pages of the book made rustling sounds in the wind.

"Ayu, I will accept whatever the outcome is. I have to walk my own path. No matter how many bumps there are on the road, it is my own choice. I can pay for my willfulness."

After getting off the boat with their luggage and servants, they came to the station together. Hua Yu and Zhang Qiling boarded the train to Changbai Mountain. Er Yuehong watched them leave and took the rest of the group on the train to Shacheng.

"Dad, aren't my brothers going home with us?"

"They have their mission and we have our life to live."

"But we Xingyun must remember that separation is not the end, but a preparation for a better meeting."

Er Yuehong stroked Hong Xingjun's head, comforting Hong Xingjun who was a little panicked as she had just arrived in Longguo.