Shen Zhou fell silent for a moment, then smiled. "Big Brother, when did you learn to read the tide of the times?"
Qian Daoliu glanced at him. "From you."
The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
Their laughter echoed from the top of the Spirit Pagoda, carrying far into the distance.
Er Ha lay sprawled in a corner of the tower roof, chewing on a piece of braised pork as he mumbled indistinctly, "What are you laughing for? This Emperor's braised pork has gone cold."
Shen Zhou glanced at him. "When did you get up here?"
"This Emperor has been here all along!" Er Ha declared righteously. "You two just didn't notice!"
Shen Zhou could not be bothered with him and turned to look into the distance.
The countless lights of White Tiger City flickered in the night. The lands of the Star Luo Empire stretched out beneath the moonlight, while a faint glow shimmered in the direction of Shrek City.
This continent was undergoing an unprecedented transformation.
And he, Shen Zhou, stood at the heart of it.
"Big Brother, how do you think people will judge us a hundred years from now?"
Qian Daoliu fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking. "How they judge us isn't important.
What matters is what we did."
Shen Zhou nodded and said nothing more.
The two stood atop the Spirit Pagoda, gazing at the distant stars in prolonged silence.
Sea God Pavilion, late at night.
Mu En sat in a grand chair, leaning on his cane as his cloudy old eyes stared out the window.
Outside, Sea God Lake shimmered under the moonlight, like it had been draped in a layer of silver gauze.
"Xuan Zi, are you doing well over there?" Mu En murmured, his voice