Nagano, Gu Clan Hall.
The afterglow of the long night faded, and dawn swept in alongside a warm, gentle breeze.
The warm wind drifted through streets and alleys, stirring fallen dead leaves into the air. Like drifting fireflies, they were impossible to track.
"Old Zhou, today is a good day."
Du Wei pushed the wheelchair, a faint smile on his face.
Soft morning light fell over them, accompanied by a breeze that left them refreshed and pleasantly warm from head to toe.
"Yes..."
After retiring from the Northern Continent battlefield, Zhou Wei had returned to Nagano to recuperate.
The Safety Committee was now entirely in Du Wei's hands. The "successor" he had chosen was excellent. After the arrival of the Transcendent Era, the difficulty of the Safety Committee's supervisory duties had increased dozens of times over, yet Du Wei had joined forces with the Third Institute and brought the entire North of the River Region under orderly control.
Zhou Wei had no choice but to admit he was old. The tides of the Transcendent Era were crashing forward, and everything had changed. Institutional reforms were happening far too quickly.
He knew that even if he returned to the age of thirty, he would never be able to do what Du Wei had done.
Old Master Zhou Wei wore a faint smile.
Today truly was a good day.
A gentle breeze and warm sunlight.
Most importantly... that Old Fellow who had stubbornly kept fighting in the Northern Continent and refused to come home had finally returned.
In truth, Zhou Wei had wanted to visit Gu Qilin long ago.
But several of his bones had been broken on the Northern Continent battlefield. Such injuries required a hundred days of rest. Du Wei watched his every move, and someone had to help him