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"Let's make do for tonight."

Chen Fan brought Zhou Mo to the front of the War Pavilion's main hall. He turned his head toward Zhou Mo's familiar yet slightly strange facial profile, unseen for so long. His weary body straightened a little, and his eyes held a smile.

"Although it was difficult, we still won."

"I'll host a welcome feast for you tomorrow."

"There's still a great deal to deal with during the postwar reconstruction. I'm leaving the War Pavilion to you."

"Alright."

Zhou Mo nodded and looked toward the memorial tablet engraved with his name in the center of the hall. The ash in the incense burner was still fresh; someone had probably worshiped him a few days ago. Only then did he learn that he had been dead for about a year.

During that year, the Mortal Domain had undergone tremendous changes.

"But there's one more thing. Domain Lord, why did I find this in my tomb?"

He suddenly remembered something and took an Image Recording Stone from his robes, shaking it in his hand.

"Ahem."

Chen Fan's gaze drifted aside, and he coughed lightly. "Let's not talk about that. The War Pavilion is in dire need of rebuilding and still needs you to take charge. I'll head back first. Tomorrow at noon, we'll discuss the postwar reconstruction at the Strategist Pavilion."

Only then did he stride away into the distance.

The war was over.

But there were still countless matters to handle, one after another.

After seeing the Domain Lord off, Zhou Mo beckoned a young War Pavilion member who had been watching him from afar. "Tell me what exactly happened during this period."

The young War Pavilion member acknowledged him and began recounting everything in a low voice. "After Pavilion Master Zhou Mo died in battle,