Starting From Douluo, Glory is Invincible

Chapter 703 Senior, what can happen?

Under the baptism of the morning light, the old man in white robe is like a messenger coming from the long river of history, while the shadow is like a humble student, bowing slightly in front of the old man in white robe, expressing his sincere gratitude. Every movement he made seemed cautious, as if he was dealing with a sacred and inviolable god.

 “Thank you, senior.” Ying’s voice was low and powerful, and every word revealed his sincerity and respect. He quickly walked to Zhang Tao, wanting to leave this mysterious and unknown place as soon as possible. However, just when he was about to take that step, he was stopped by the old man.

"Wait a moment, young man." The old man's voice was melodious and profound, as if it had traveled through endless years and echoed in Ying's ears. He stopped and turned to look at the old man, doubt and curiosity shining in his eyes.

Ying knew that if the old man wanted to harm them, he would have no room for resistance. However, from the old man's previous actions and eyes, he did not feel any hostility. Instead, what he felt was an unfathomable depth and unspeakable majesty.

“Senior, what else is there?” Ying’s tone contained a hint of respect and humility, as if he was asking for instructions from an elder. He stood quietly in front of the old man, waiting for the old man's answer.

The old man stroked his white beard. This action made his face look more aged and profound. He looked at Ying for a long time, his expression seemed to be able to see through everything and gain insight into Ying's inner world. There was a hint of complexity in his eyes, which made Ying feel a little uneasy.

“You are very much like an old friend of mine who has passed away!” the old man said slowly, every word seemed to carry endless memories and emotions, “his name is Xing.”

Hearing this name, Ying's heart trembled. He didn't know how to respond to the old man's words, nor what he should do. A voice suddenly echoed in his mind. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar name, an old friend who had passed away.

  Xing, this name ripples in Ying's memory. He tried hard to recall the past with Xing, but that memory seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of fog, making it impossible for him to see clearly. He only knew that Xing was once his best friend and an indispensable part of his life. However, as time passed, the connection between them gradually broke down and eventually disappeared into each other's world.

After a long time, Ying slowly spoke, and he found that his voice was choked. He tried to calm down his emotions and tried to sound calmer.

 “I don’t know.” He said softly, as if responding to a distant and profound call.

"Really..." The old man's eyes paused on Ying's body for a long time, and there was a trace of regret and loss in his eyes, "What a pity."

Ying didn't know what the old man was feeling sorry for, but he could feel the heaviness and sadness in the old man's heart. He knew that there must be many unknown stories and memories between the old man and his old friend. And now, with the passing of Xing, those memories have become the eternal pain in the old man's heart.

"Senior." Ying's expression looked a little unnatural, and his black eyes seemed to be beating, as if he was waiting for something. He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to ask the question in his heart, "What is your relationship with Xing...?"

 The old man was slightly startled, as if he did not expect Ying to ask such a question. He was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to answer. After a while, he said slowly: "Xing...he is my best friend and my biggest regret."

Hearing this sentence, Ying's heart was touched again. He didn't know what happened between the old man and Xing, but he could feel the friendship and longing that transcended time and space. He suddenly realized that the reason why the old man saved them was probably because he saw the shadow of Xing and the years when they fought side by side.

The old man who was about to turn around and enter the house suddenly paused and did not turn around. He seemed to be trapped in deep memories and couldn't extricate himself. Ying stood aside quietly, waiting for the old man's response. He knew that the old man must have a lot to say and many stories to tell. And he was also willing to listen to the stories about Xing, about their past and friendship.

 (End of this chapter)