When people were around friends and family, they unconsciously slipped back into old ways of thinking, and even their behavior became childish.
Yingxing was no exception.
Time was exceedingly precious to short-life species.
Once they went to war, it would cost them a few years at the least, or several decades at the most.
He had thought that after parting with his master, they would never meet again.
Who could have imagined... that they would have a chance to reunite?
Their eyes met, and Yingxing immediately felt his eyes sting. He instinctively tugged up the corners of his mouth, giving Huaiyan a somewhat strained smile.
He recalled all the delicacies he had eaten recently, but before he could voice his protest, Huaiyan looked away.
Huaiyan lowered his eyes, concealing the emotions he should not reveal in public as a general.
Now was not the time to reminisce.
The leading member of the Genius Society had asked them for Suihuang, who resided in the Flamewheel Forge Palace.
The Zhuming Xianzhou relied on heliobi for an inexhaustible supply of energy. How could they hand him over so easily?
After negotiations, Suihuang was replaced with heliobi born from him.
That was why the Zhuming Fleet had come to the Luofu.
Like the other generals, Huaiyan should have stayed aboard his Xianzhou to prepare for the Thanksgiving Festival a month away.
After much deliberation, he had made the trip in person.
This time, the Zhuming and the Luofu were very close.
Huaiyan could return to the Zhuming in just twenty days.
If he missed this chance, how many more years would he have to wait?
When he looked up again, Huaiyan's eyes held a smile, his expression kindly and gentle.
He looked at the person beside Yingxing.
The man wore a black round-collar robe,