In the end, Wang Ye rose helplessly. His hand hung in midair for a long while before he gently patted Zhang Ziliang on the shoulder.
"Old fox, I truly considered you a friend."
"But in your eyes..."
"There is only the human race."
"Forget it. Let's not talk about it. We'll just keep walking slowly along the path you planned."
With exceedingly complicated feelings, Wang Ye turned and left Zhang Ziliang's office.
No one knew what exactly had been written in that letter, except Wang Ye.
The Wasteland became quiet once more.
It was as though the brutal war of the past half month had never happened. Everyone resumed their own tasks in an orderly fashion.
Wang Ye vanished into the Wasteland.
Heavenly Court took in the defeated remnants of Lingshan.
Heaven Group's city gates remained tightly shut.
Only God Burying City stood empty.
Lu Wu, who had always loved standing atop the city walls and gazing into the distance, had vanished forever.
On the second day after the war ended.
Zhang Xiao appeared outside God Burying City with a blank expression. Beside her stood A Yao.
She raised her head somewhat blankly and looked at the plaque above God Burying City. Zhang Xiao murmured, "Old man, you're gone too?"
"I saw your formation."
"You looked very cool that day."
"Leave the rest to me."
As she spoke, Zhang Xiao turned around and looked at A Yao with exceptional solemnity. In a voice cold to the bone, she said word by word, "I hope you won't knock me unconscious without my permission again. Can you do that?"
"At the very least, give me a chance to speak."
"If you weren't the old man's lover, I'd already be killing someone."
Without giving A Yao a chance to answer, Zhang Xiao slipped