"Zhongli Yan, have I ever told you— the future is yours?"
Zhuge Zuo, walking ahead, suddenly spoke in a faint voice. His boot soles rippled through puddles, shattering the reflection of a young boy, yet the voice mingled with the thunder was weary and ancient, belonging to Zhuge Yixian.
Zhongli Yan followed him through the rain. Behind them lay the East Sea, which had swallowed countless bolts of lightning; ahead stood the Overlooking Waves Inn, swaying in the gale.
"You didn't need to." Zhongli Yan pounded his chest, making it thump loudly, showing that everything went without saying.
Only now did he realize that Zhuge Zuo had been descended into by Zhuge Yixian, and that they were on their way to the decisive battle against [Nameless One] in Fallen Immortal Forest.
A great duty was about to descend upon Zhongli Yan. Southern Peak would reign supreme—this meeting would decide it all!
"That's why I didn't tell you." Zhuge Yixian still spoke the words aloud. "...Because you would truly believe it."
"What do you mean?" Zhongli Yan was somewhat displeased.
If the one ahead had still been Zhuge Zuo, he would already have hurled his Chain Skull Bouncer at him.
But this was Zhuge Yixian now... enough to make him remember it for a long time.
"Ah Yan—" Zhuge Yixian said, "do you know how to make it come true?"
Zhuge Zuo's small body turned back amid the rain. Compassion and expectation flowed in those bright eyes.
"Isn't that only natural?! Back when I cultivated arts, I was a touch stronger than Dou Zhao. Later, when I cultivated martial arts, I was a shade inferior to Jiang Wang. Each generation brings forth its talents to lead the age—yet it is always I, Zhongli Yan, who commands the wind and glory." Zhongli