Seven hundred years. In that much time, empires rise and fall ten times over; generations upon generations of humans come and go; Aeonic power shifts. And, if a mortal happens to remain alive for that much time, they tend to lose their mind. How could they not? Seven hundred years--it would feel like an eternity for a regular person.

Eternity. It was eternity, wasn't it? Jing Yuan certainly thought so--he watched empires fall, people cease to exist, and war between gods. And he'd lost people. A lot of people... and many friends.

Except for you. You were still here, weren't you? You were still by his side.

You were his last 'old' friend.