On Cloud Peak's martial arena.
The young Great Lord and the young... king.
They had been locked in a decisive battle for a full day and night.
It was a thrilling, all-out clash. Their overwhelming power blasted apart the sea of clouds again and again.
In the end, the young king won.
The young Great Lord let out a breath. "I still lost."
"Of course. I'm the king." The young king smiled and reached out, intending to pull the exhausted young Great Lord up from the ground.
Instead, the young Great Lord accidentally dragged him down. The young king simply lay on the shattered arena platform as well, gazing contentedly at the clouds gathering and dispersing.
The wind sang.
The king asked, "Thousand Tribulation, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"
The young Great Lord pondered. "Become stronger?"
"Blockhead." The young king dismissed the idea. "The world is so vast, and Canglan Grotto-Heaven beyond this world is just as vast. Don't you want to go see it?"
"Not interested." The young Great Lord shook his head, then asked, "What about you? What do you want to do in the future... Fusu?"
The young king reached toward the sky. "Follow in Father Emperor's footsteps? Settle the Chiwang's rebellion? Or create a more suitable space for us to live in? None of those seem to be what I want..."
The young Great Lord fell silent.
The young king chuckled and sat up... He looked down at the young Great Lord. "Do you know why you've never been able to beat me?"
"Why?" the young Great Lord asked in confusion.
"Because you're still single even now." The young king narrowed his eyes. "But I'm different. I'm already the father of three children."
"...What does that have to