After releasing that roar, the Kun Peng fully faded away along with the separate space.
Xiao Mo smiled as he listened to the lingering echoes of the Kun Peng's roar. Although it was filled with reluctance, there was also acceptance within it.
This Kun Peng was formed from Xiao Mo's emotions, so you could say it was a representation of what he currently felt. He would no longer be restrained by self-doubt, and the expectation others or this world had for him. He would break free, and soar as high as he possibly could.
Feeling content, Xiao Mo turned to look at the girls who had retreated to the exit and smiled at them. However, that smile suddenly froze when he saw them staring back at him with sad expressions. Some were even wiping tears from the corner of their eyes.
"Is it just me, or does everyone else think that the Kun Peng was quite pitiful?" One girl said, wiping her tears.
