"Mm..."
In the cabin, Su Ziji stirred and opened his eyes, looking around. He had returned to the treasure ship. This was the mortal realm.
His expression darkened slightly. He rose and slowly paced, gazing outside in contemplation.
The weather outside was poor. Rain had begun after the ship passed the ferry crossing, but it was summer now, so there was no fear of a chill. Instead, a gust swept across the lake, carrying strands of rain that made the air all the cooler.
In the distance, reflections of fields, docks, and windmills rippled on the water. Fine rain filled his view, its patter blending into a single sound. It seemed pale, yet also as deep as ink-stained mist.
To think the Dragon Lord is still here-and helping me, too?
Judging by her physical body, she should be Zhou Yao. Has something changed, letting her pass through tribulation and begin again?
Such unwavering devotion. I truly wonder what ties of fate and affection bound her to Emperor Shizu of Great Wei.
Unfortunately, my own friends...
His encounter with the Dragon Lord made Su Ziji think once more of Fang Xi and Yu Lü, who had gone ahead.
He had met both men when they were still obscure nobodies, and their past friendship was beyond doubt. Both had been drawn into the Capital City's vortex because of him. Most precious of all, even when faced with danger, they had never betrayed him.
Yet when confronted with an overt stratagem, the three of them had made different choices.
No wonder people say that if you want to ruin a friendship, just state your political stance. Decades of friendship are guaranteed to go flowing down the river.
Still, he could not blame Fang Xi and Yu Lü. After all, he could see through