The Times Are Calling

At night, in Harmony Fortress, Zhi Peng made a rare personal appearance to meet with Rada, the newly appointed "Harmony Mage."

Previously, Zhi Peng had not dared to show himself openly before others. Only now, with the overall situation settled, did he dare to appear in public.

By now, he had replaced most of the Radiance Society's key power structures with young people of the new generation. Even if he died now and his friends went their separate ways, the world would still be able to function normally.

In summary, Zhi Peng felt that he was no longer important. The meaning of his life had already been fulfilled; he had no regrets in this life.

More than a decade had passed, and President Rada's hair had gained a few streaks of gray. He no longer looked as spirited and vigorous as before, appearing far more reserved. The pipe at the corner of his mouth was still the same one from back then, polished smooth by years of smoking.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, that bit of composure was utterly ruined. "Damn it all, that old Harmony Mage finally kicked the bucket! I've been waiting years just to set up this mourning hall."

Though he cursed and grumbled, the grief on his face could not be hidden.

Zhi Peng had also become a middle-aged man. He forced out a smile, and the crow's-feet at the corners of his eyes immediately wrinkled.

Zhi Peng sighed. "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the normal course of life! Harmony Mage lived to nearly ninety, which counts as longevity. This should be a happy occasion."

Rada instinctively raised his hand to slap the table, but forcibly stopped himself. His joints creaked as though rusted as he painstakingly withdrew his palm. "This table belonged