"Hmm? His Majesty?"
Huai Shi was bewildered for a moment before remembering. "You mean the White Crown King?"
"You carry His aura..." Liz said. "Besides that one, who else could be called His Majesty?"
Not necessarily. These days, His Majesty was nothing special. There was one in his household, demanding fried chicken and Happy Water three times a day, plus late-night snacks at night.
Huai Shi had wanted to make a joke, but when he recalled their conversation in the dream, he could not help but sigh.
"To be honest, it's hard to explain in a few words."
"Mm, I can roughly guess. After all, He is a god. No matter how much reverence or closeness there is, there will always be distance between the two sides. Some things had already been said when His Majesty departed."
Perhaps because she had anticipated the conversation between Huai Shi and the White Crown King, Liz showed neither dissatisfaction nor resentment. On the contrary, she seemed even more open-minded about it than Huai Shi.
Huai Shi did not continue the topic. Instead, he asked, "Are things all right on your side?"
"Isn't it the same as always? We won, but we paid the price. Everyone did."
Liz shook her head and sipped her tequila. Then she suddenly smiled. "Sometimes, I really wish we had abilities like your Heavenly Kingdom Lineage. At least the sacrifices could leave something behind..."
Huai Shi fell silent. After a long while, the image of that burly old man surfaced in his mind.
He had never expected that after only one meeting, they would be unlikely to meet again.
"Mr. Tlaltecuhtli, he..."
"Don't worry. With the American Lineage's supply of Source Matter, he wasn't burned away completely. A little of his soul remains. At the very least, he still