Zhu Wujiang's hand holding the brush froze in place.
A faint mist seemed to arise in his eyes.
He quickly turned his head away and whispered, "Thank you for not striking that blow back then."
That day, as disaster loomed, in the moment between life and death, Chen Mo broke through in the midst of battle, gaining the Ancestor Dragon's Will.
He could have dealt a fatal blow to Zhu Jiuyou, but he chose not to, opting instead to release him... although the final outcome was the same, it greatly preserved the dignity of the Dragon Clan.
"There was no direct conflict between him and me, and the enmity of a thousand years had nothing to do with me. I simply made the choice I thought was right, so there's no need to thank me for that," Chen Mo said plainly.
"Mm."
Zhu Wujiang said nothing more, suppressing the emotions churning within him and focusing wholly on his painting.
Chen Mo stood beside him, quietly watching.
