Chapter 2080. What is the Truth? (1/2)

Mu Bingmei left.

She left the cave and left planet Suzaku, but she didn’t leave alone. There was a man by her side. He had white clothes and white hair but an ordinary appearance. However, he gave off an unspeakable temperament that made everyone feel very comfortable. He pulled Mu Bingmei’s hand like in the dream and didn’t let go.

He faintly heard Mu Bingmeis words in the sky.

“You… Are you an avatar or your original body…”

Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei and softly said, “I’m Wang Lin and I’m by your side.”

Mu Bingmei looked at Wang Lin and gradually revealed a smile. This smile was very beautiful and very happy.

They left planet Suzaku, and it was unknown where they went.

After they turned into a ray of light, they disappeared into the distance. In a place far away, they could not see Wang Lin looking at them with a smile.

Avatar or original body? Only Wang Lin knew this answer.

Perhaps the person that had left was Wang Lin’s avatar and the one watching them leave was his original body. Or perhaps… it was the opposite!

There was no answer.

Thirteen also left. He had spent his life chasing Wang Lin’s footsteps. Now Wang Lin made him fly alone. When a bird grows, they must face the wind and rain alone. Only when he can see the rainbow in the wind and rain can he grow up to be a man that can support the world.

They all left… Only Wang Lin stayed on planet Suzaku. Before going into the dream with Liu Mei, he had gone to see his parents, and now he went again before going to the original home he and Li Muwan had.

The valley had been lost to time, but he restored it.

In the valley, Wang Lin settled down and was accompanied by Li Muwan. He held Li Muwan, and together they counted reincarnations. It was as it had always been like this for a long time.

In this loneliness, he immersed himself in this inner peace and experienced warmth.

Time passed year by year. In spring, as everything recovered, Wang Lin planted a lot of flowers. He watched the flowers bloom, he watched the summer rainfall, he watched the autumn wind play songs of time, he watched the snow that drifted by in the winter.

Wang Lin continued to be accompanied by Li Muwan, and there were zither music echoing in his ears as if he had gone back thousands of years into the past.

10 years, 10 years, 10 years… Wang Lin lived in this calm valley for 70 years.

He accompanied Li Muwan. Here, he had forgotten everything. He didn’t consider his own cultivation level, didn’t think about comprehending essences, and didn’t consider all the conspiracies and lies. In his eyes, there was only Li Muwan. In his mind, only this figure existed. And in his ears, only the sound of the zither from back then remained.

In the 200th year after Wang Lin returned to the cave world, a guest came to Wang Lin’s valley. This guest was a bald man. He looked exactly the same as he did in the past and there was no change.

He appeared from the world and stood outside the valley for a long time. He watched the sea of flowers in the valley, he looked at the cabin inside the sea of flowers, and he looked at the lonely figure sitting before the cabin.

The man let out a sigh and revealed a melancholy expression.

He held a wine jug in his hand. With a sigh, he went through the valley, through the sea of flowers, and arrived at Wang Lin’s side. He looked at Wang Lin for a long time before he sat down opposite of him.

Wang Lin opened his eyes and looked at the bald man before him. He gradually smiled.

“You came.”

The bald man silently nodded.

“I couldn’t forget…” A moment later, the bald man handed the jug of wine to Wang Lin and took out another one. He took a big gulp and the wine flowed down from the corner of his mouth and onto his clothes.

“I never wanted to forget, so there’s no such thing as ‘couldn’t forget.’” Wang Lin took the jug of wine and took a sip.

“You are tormenting yourself.” The bald man looked at Wang Lin with a complicated gaze.

“Tormenting…” Wang Lin muttered. He drank the wine and didn’t say more.

The bald man shook his head and softly said, “Forget it… You won’t succeed. If this continues, you will be tired and Wan Er will be tired…”

Wang Lin looked at the sky. After pondering for a bit, he slowly said, “Should I call you ‘Mo Zhi’ or another name.”

The bald man was the person who had said to Wang Lin “Hearts Dead, Already Forgotten” in the rainy temple back then!

“Mo Zhi… this has always been my name.” The bald man sighed.