"What did you remember?" Gu Zhan asked.

Suddenly, a glimmer erupted in Mo Jingzhou’s eyes, and his previously sallow face flushed with color, as though he had been revitalized. He gripped Gu Zhan’s hand with surprising strength, his eyes widened, seemingly seeing something.

"It was a door, I remember now, it was a door."

"What door?" Gu Zhan asked.

Mo Jingzhou clutched Gu Zhan’s hand tightly and said, "I saw the dragon crossing the tribulation, but it failed. It fell from the clouds, letting out a mournful cry, with eyes larger than a building.

That was a dragon, a real dragon, about to die. I could feel its impending death. At that time, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted like a door, and someone walked out... No, it was an Immortal!

Yes, the Immortal touched my head, hahaha... The Immortal touched my head and blessed me with longevity... I remember now, I remember it all, it was the Immortal... It was the Immortal’s blessing that led to my existence.

I remember it all,

The Immortal... the true Immortal, he touched my head. No, he was going to take away that dragon. As his duster brushed past, it swept over my head, and then he took the dragon into the clouds...

But why, why do I only remember now, why do I only remember now, is my luck insufficient? But I am Mo Jingzhou, I am the Dragon King Mo Jingzhou..."

"Aaah..."

In that moment, Mo Jingzhou’s mouth let out a roar, a roar like the legendary dragon’s cry, shaking the entire City Lord’s Mansion, echoing throughout Canglan City, even reaching the towns beyond, all hearing that tremendous sound at that instant,

The snowflakes flying over the City Lord’s Mansion suddenly ceased to drift, as though an energy had frozen them in place.

In the world, there seemed to be only that dragon’s cry,

constantly reverberating,

yet it was so desolate,

like the final glory, the last lament!

At that moment,

Gu Zhan’s hand loosened, Mo Jingzhou’s hand relaxed its tight grip, and fell feebly onto the bed’s edge. His wide eyes slowly closed, his urgent breaths ceased, his chest gently sank never to rise again.

Dragon King, Mo Jingzhou,

since fifty years ago began his illustrious path,

with the first snow of the seventh year of Qingli, announced its end!

"Father!"

Mo Beiyan, who had been silently standing beside Gu Zhan, could no longer hold back, he wailed and knelt down, crying softly.

If not for the past month spent together,

Mo Jingzhou’s passing might not have caused him much grief,

From childhood to adulthood, he felt little parental love, even harboring great resentment towards Mo Jingzhou.

But, in Mo Jingzhou’s last month,

perhaps to make amends, or perhaps for other reasons,

he consistently tried to bond with Mo Beiyan, filling in much of the missing paternal affection, dissipating much of Mo Beiyan’s resentment,

and the remaining resentment,

vanished with Mo Jingzhou’s final closing of his eyes.

"Father!"

Mo Beiyan grasped Mo Jingzhou’s hand and cried in sorrow.

Gu Zhan took a deep breath, gently patted Mo Beiyan’s shoulder, and slowly turned to leave the room.

Outside,

Gu Zhan looked at the anxious crowd waiting at the door,

He slowly said, "The Dragon King... has gone!"

"Thud"

Xiao Chen, who had been silently standing in the corner, knelt on the ground.

"Brother!"

At that moment, Yun Wei seemed to age significantly, his body hunched considerably, he cried out in sorrow, lifting Xiao Chen, pulling him directly into the room.

"Farewell to the Dragon King!"

An Elder of Beidou Bang shouted with reddened eyes, kneeling on the ground.

"Farewell to the Dragon King!"

Following quietly,

everyone blocking the door also knelt down.

Gu Zhan sighed softly,

slowly walking into the wind and snow,

thick snow was already piled on the ground.

Snowflakes fell on his hair, whistling by his ears,

Gu Zhan walked alone in the swirling snow,

red walls and white snow, so lonely,

vast snowflakes covered the towering city walls,

the world in utter silence.

...

In the City Lord’s Mansion, the ringing of a bell echoed,

in the wind and snow announcing to the world the passing of Dragon King Mo Jingzhou.

Gu Zhan returned to the mansion and headed straight to the back courtyard.

Upon entering a courtyard,

he saw Nangong Weiyang sitting in a wheelchair under the eaves, quietly gazing at the snow.

Seeing Gu Zhan enter, Nangong Weiyang hurriedly clasped his hands and said, "Nangong pays respects to the Lord."

Gu Zhan nodded, walking to Nangong Weiyang’s side.

Nangong Weiyang said, "I just heard the sound of the bell and drum, the Dragon King... has he gone?"

Gu Zhan nodded, saying, "I sent him off."

Nangong Weiyang sighed, saying, "The Dragon King lived gloriously, starting fifty years ago, the name of Dragon King Mo Jingzhou became known in the Martial World, in a few years famous across the Martial World, his glory lasting until he passed, a rarity in the Martial World."

Gu Zhan gazed at the snowflakes flying in the courtyard, slowly said, "Nangong, do you believe in the existence of Immortals in this world?"

Nangong Weiyang turned his head to look at Gu Zhan, and said, "Is the Lord referring to the legendary Immortals who live freely with the Dao?"

Gu Zhan nodded.

"Perhaps, they exist," Nangong Weiyang said slowly, "to ordinary people, Martial Artists of our level of cultivation are like Immortals or gods. Perhaps legendary Immortals are just powerful cultivators.