Meanwhile, in distant New Luzhou.
In a certain courtyard, Song Zhou placed his pen into the pen holder. Halfway through, he suddenly looked toward the northeast, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.
He saw an unnatural rain falling over a ship somewhere overseas.
Beneath the curtain of rain, Lu Ao looked relaxed and slightly smug.
Just as Song Zhou was about to withdraw his gaze, a handsome young man entered from outside. The moment he looked up and met Song Zhou's eyes, he jolted in alarm. "What are you smiling about all by yourself?"
"Nothing. What do you need?"
"It's nothing important. The kitchen sent over some steaks. I was planning to make a late-night snack, so I wanted to ask whether I should make an extra serving for you."
"Not today."
"Huh, why not?" The man raised a brow. "Don't need to bring food home to feed your little friend today?"
"The little friend went out."
The man grinned maliciously. "Oh, so that's why you've been working overtime so late lately. Even if you went home, you'd just be guarding an empty house?"
Song Zhou lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. "You have that much free time? Have the cracks in the Boundary Gate been repaired?"
The man hurriedly raised his hands. "Fine, fine, I'll stop. If the Boundary Gate were so easy to repair, would it still be called the Boundary Gate?"
Song Zhou said nothing more, only remarked, "Put more thought into it."
"I know." The man leaned closer and suggested, "Hey, when are you inviting your little friend over as a guest? As the last Dragon, his status is high enough."
"He's not coming. Don't disturb him." There was a warning in Song Zhou's voice. "Tell Youze and the others to put away their