The Last Night

The moment Northern Garden Manor's towering, majestic city gate crashed down with a boom, the taut heartstrings of everyone in the convoy finally slackened.

In the square of Northern Garden Manor, countless torches illuminated the area as brightly as day. An unknown number of people had gathered there, clearly waiting for the appearance of the legendary Skywalker. When they saw the convoy enter the manor, they crowded around at once, each harboring their own thoughts as they sought to glimpse Skywalker's true face.

Being watched by so many people made the exhausted Jason seem somewhat awkward. But when his gaze fell upon the altar at the center of the square, his mind inexplicably calmed at once. The stares, hushed discussions, and pointing fingers around him all vanished from his sight. In his eyes, only the figure atop the altar remained.

The Sun Wukong Statue had been placed at the very top of the altar.

The altar was shaped like a pyramid and appeared to be ten meters high. Its tiered steps grew shorter and shorter as they rose, extending all the way to the platform at its summit. Twelve statues also encircled the platform. They were monkeys, each throwing back its head in a strange cry, forming a ring as if cheering Sun Wukong on.

Its bronze surface and flickering firelight stood out against the black night sky, making the entire altar seem solemn and extraordinary, majestic and imposing!

When the people in the square noticed Jason's gaze, the slightly noisy square gradually fell silent. Some even seemed to stop breathing. The only sound in the entire square was the occasional crackle of leaping flames.

"Is Sun Wukong about to be rescued?"

"The prophecy is about to come true!"

"To think we're fortunate enough to witness a moment worthy of