Chapter 220: A Thousand Years of Solitude and Gloom

Chapter 220: A Thousand Years of Solitude and Gloom

The black bull glanced at Chen Xun, then at the Flameglow Ancient Lion, blinking twice.

After hearing Chen Xun’s words, the Flameglow Ancient Lion fell into silence. The firelight flickered softly around them, and its expression slowly grew calmer.

That night, gray clouds blanketed the plains, and a cold, bitter rain soaked the land. The lion remembered the night its entire tribe had fallen, their bodies strewn in pools of blood, with almost no survivors.

A thousand years of solitude and darkness rippled through its heart, spreading out in waves. These feelings had long since overwhelmed its desire for beauty or hope. All that remained was the primal instinct to survive.

It forced that same obsequious smile, which looked comically out of place on its otherwise majestic face.

"Lion," Chen Xun said calmly, "there’s more to life than just transactions and self-interest between people, or between spiritual beasts and cultivators."

Chen Xun’s tone was relaxed, as if he could see right through the lion’s thoughts. "A Nascent Soul-stage mount? I could have as many of those as I want."

The lion shuddered at these words, sneaking a glance at Chen Xun and the black bull. They both looked completely at ease and carefree.

Taking a deep breath, the lion hesitantly asked, "Then, Elder, what is your intention?"

"A companion," Chen Xun replied, chuckling. "We’ve been cultivating for a thousand years, but you’re the only fellow traveler we’ve come across. Haha."