Xuan Long gently pushed aside the strands of dark hair that had fallen across his face. For a few moments, he simply stood there in silence without looking back.
Behind him, the ancient dungeon remained buried in endless darkness. All the screams, the blood, and the suffering he had left behind stayed trapped within that filthy place.
Then he turned and began walking away, step by step. The heavy darkness slowly receded behind him as the cold aura of the dungeon gradually faded with every step he took toward the outside world.
His expression remained calm and indifferent, as though nothing of importance had happened, as though he had not just sentenced a man to a fate worse than death. His white robe swayed gently with every step.
This was a place he had once sworn he would never return to.
Centuries ago, he had abandoned everything connected to it…the clan, the power, and the endless schemes.
