Sun King.
He stood quietly before the golden palace, like a gentleman who had made an appointment with a friend and faithfully kept his promise. Even though his friend had not come, he still insisted on waiting.
Ming Rihao sat upon the steps of the golden palace, his hands braced between his knees, his head hanging low.
He and Sun King
were separated by only a layer of golden shielding.
The light around him had dimmed, revealing the weakness of a lamp running dry of oil. Strangely, there was not a single wound on Ming Rihao's body.
On the steps not far from him lay another person, quiet and peaceful as a sleeping beauty. It was Freedom Queen, who had entered earlier. Aside from an additional blood-red fingerprint on her forehead, there was nothing else unusual about her. Yet her body was slowly dissipating. It seemed that, besides the cleansing power of the Divine Tome's laws, another kind of energy was silently devouring her body.
Yue Yang drifted over from the distant reaches of the Divine Tome space.
Though he had already noticed the abnormalities in Ming Rihao and Freedom Queen, he did not retreat. Instead, he slightly increased his speed and descended beside Sun King.
"You came?" Sun King spoke as though he had seen an old friend he had not met for years, rather than a mortal enemy.
"Sorry, there was traffic on the way. I was a little late." Yue Yang apologized quite sincerely.
"It's fine. It's already good enough that you came. If I were you, I might not have had the courage to return here." Sun King looked at Yue Yang with a touch of appreciation and a touch of regret. "If you were not so outstanding, if you did not possess such courage, if