Arriving at the mountain top, there was a large flat ground, just suitable for resting. The children of Candle Dragon Hall began their picnic there, but Durin declined their invitation.
He flew into the air, looking southward towards Shangjing, and the city in his sight vaguely resembled its appearance from the past.
He still remembered the time in his past life when he was old, climbing the mountain as he used to, and happened to encounter first-year students of the High Tower climbing the mountain as well. The kids were courageous and persistent, they climbed to the top and joined this old man in overlooking the city below.
Along came The Remaining Sage.
Do you always believe in the saying that history is forged by human lives?
Durin remembered asking The Remaining Sage this question after he himself had aged.
He nodded with a smile, the AI with a body resembling the Grassland Elves pointed to the ruins at the foot of the mountain.
