In the jungle.
A young man wore a black short-sleeved shirt and black pants, though the pant legs had been rolled up.
Sitting atop a hill and staring into the empty space before him, the young man seemed lost in thought, no one knew what he was thinking.
After a long while.
"Old fox."
The young man suddenly cursed through gritted teeth.
"Even after all these years, I still can't let this anger go!"
In the end, he rose to his feet and walked barefoot out of the forest, one step at a time, looking at the cities in the distance.
"Wonderful."
"Just... out of place."
At that moment, he and the countless lights of Peace Under Heaven seemed to belong to two different worlds.
Perhaps.
Everything he had belonged to that era filled with war, bloodshed, and sin.
He entered the city.
In a fairly nice little courtyard, Zhang Xiao had also grown much older. White hairs could faintly be seen among her hair.
Zhang Ziliang, meanwhile, remained as he had always been, seated in a wheelchair.
Indifferent.
Zhang Xiao carefully wiped down his body, her expression focused.
When she saw the young man enter, Zhang Xiao froze for a moment before a smile appeared on her face. "You really didn't die."
"Mm."
The young man carefully examined Zhang Xiao before asking, "You don't conduct experiments anymore?"
"I'm tired."
"Have a seat wherever you like."
Compared with the experiment-crazed woman she had once been, Zhang Xiao now seemed more like an ordinary farmwife. She wore plain clothes, her hands were rough, and her face was somewhat weathered.
The young man looked around. With the New Year approaching, red lanterns and couplets hung on the walls.
And.
A Fox Mask.
"You kept it?"
A trace of reminiscence filled the young