The old man's voice gradually slowed down, 042 looked at this old man, his eyes downcast, yet a youthful smile still lingered on his withered face.
It was almost unbelievable; 042 felt as if he had come to know the old man anew today. This suffocating old man surprisingly had such an ordinary past.
"He said the world he saw was so beautiful, so beautiful that sometimes he was willing to dedicate his life to searching for that era. But later, he died, just like many demon hunters' end."
The old man leaned back against the chair, looking at the dark rock overhead, his gaze seeming to pierce through the barriers to see the beautiful sky.
"It was a beautiful era, the sky stained with the golden hue of the sunset, no demons, no erosion, people played by the seaside, the cool waves lapping at their ankles...
He called it the Golden Era and chased after it all his life, but until his death, he never glimpsed a fraction of its beauty."
