Three cups of wine were drained.
No one said a word.
They feared that speaking would mean farewell.
They feared that the moment they spoke, they would burst into tears.
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth watched White Garment calmly, their eyes red.
That figure in robes whiter than snow had led them from street thugs to pillars of the Dragon Kingdom.
Had they not met the grand marshal in Chun Prefecture, the two of them might have spent their entire lives as desperadoes who knew only fighting and violence.
Without the grand marshal to guide them, they would have been nothing but the most insignificant figures among the masses.
White Garment wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and smiled in relief. "The second matter."
"Little Tiger needs to concentrate on fighting Chaos. The Alien Races will certainly seize the chance to cause trouble..."
"I want to leave the Dragon Kingdom a sharp sword, one that will deter all nations."
His gaze swept over the few remaining great figures who had yet to undergo Apotheosis.
In the end, he chose the Purple Gold Old Master.
Purple Gold stood at the head of the Four Great Clans.
He was the most qualified to represent the Dragon Kingdom's terrestrial forces.
"Old Wang, could you... delay becoming a god?"
"The Dragon Kingdom still needs you to serve as its stabilizing pillar for a while."
White Garment smiled gently. "Consider it an unreasonable request from me."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Old Wang asked, bewildered.
White Garment slowly opened his hand.
A pill.
A pill wreathed in immortal energy.
It was the Immortal Ascension Pill Jian had given White Garment.
"Take it. Sorry for the trouble, but live a few more decades and guard the Dragon Kingdom well for me."
"Once Little