The Holy Mountain loomed majestically, supporting the firmament like a towering pillar, while numerous torches and eyes below flickered like the stars of yesteryears.
Ian gazed at these stars, understanding in his heart why the Qing Steel Dragon regarded its people as its greatest treasure.
He was not Thor Starna; he did not have centuries of affection for the Mountain People... The Qing Steel Dragon's lifetime was so long that even nurturing a pet would lead to deep fondness, let alone the fact that it never treated humans as pets, naturally harboring a care that it might not fully understand itself.
Ian lacked this kind of love.
But these people, they hoped Ian could fulfill their wishes... and Ian also hoped they could fulfill his dream.
This mutually needed relationship... was like the light connecting stars to stars.
The azure stars danced in Ian's heart, burning and leaping as if wanting to fly out from the soul, manifesting into reality.
