Chapter 788 The Mystery of His Origins

• At long last, the clouds parted and the moon shone through.
• The north wind had howled all night, then suddenly fell silent. Near midnight, the moon hung bright amid scattered stars, and everything settled into a gentle calm.
• Yulian stood in an open field, staring into the distance. Faces from five years ago kept surfacing in his mind—the brothers of Astral, the days of living and dying together, settling scores with a grin.