Long Jianzhang was carried onto the skyship by two martial artists. Looking at the imposing warriors on the deck and the menacing weapons standing in rows, he could not help feeling uneasy.
Fortunately, the two martial artists treated him well and did not deliberately make things difficult for him. Supporting him between them, they brought him before the pavilion on the skyship's top deck.
Cui Zai stepped out from the shadows and sized up Long Jianzhang.
"Steward Cui, this is Long Jianzhang!"
A Transcendent Realm martial artist bowed to Cui Zai.
"Alright, leave him to me!" Cui Zai took Long Jianzhang from them, gripping his arm to keep him from falling. "Master is waiting for you, Mr. Long. I'll take you inside!"
"Th... thank you!"
Long Jianzhang did not know how to respond for a moment and could only offer his thanks. He had not expected them to be so polite.
The two martial artists pushed open the door. Cui Zai supported him into the room, where he saw someone standing in its center.
The instant Long Jianzhang saw him clearly, his eyes reddened.
"Fang... Fang Mo!"
His voice trembled. The person he had thought of day and night was truly standing before him, and he was overcome with emotion.
"General Long, we meet again!"
Fang Mo smiled and stepped forward, taking Long Jianzhang from Cui Zai. He gave Cui Zai a gesture, and Cui Zai withdrew, leaving the space to the two of them.
"Yes... yes. I never thought... we would meet again under such circumstances!"
Long Jianzhang had once commanded a legion, after all, and quickly steadied his emotions, though his expression remained complicated.
"Cough..." Long Jianzhang coughed sharply several times. Suppressing his excitement, he asked, "Is Piaopiao doing well?"
It was true what they said: parents' hearts