"Old partner, welcome back."
Though no one could see Falcon's eyes behind his sunglasses, they could see the upward curve of his lips.
"I just hitched a free ride, that's all."
A palm as large as a fan slapped Falcon's back with loud smacks.
Tyrannosaurus, Tank, Wizard... the others merely stood to one side, quietly watching the two old men embrace. There was not a trace of amusement on their faces, only emotions they struggled to suppress.
For people like them, who made the stars their home, family had reunited once more at this moment.
"These are your shoes. No one's touched them."
The silent Wizard casually beckoned.
A pair of Rocket Shoes, weathered with age, flew through the air straight into his hand.
Ruan Xiongfeng caught them one-handed. Looking at the cold-faced Wizard, he grinned. "After all these years, you're still wearing that dead man's face."
Wizard blinked, then simply closed his eyes and said nothing.
Only the Bald Man, who was as excited as a general who had won a hundred battles, stood there laughing smugly.
"Mu Fan, we're seeing him off. Your growth has been so fast... it has surpassed all our expectations."
"The melody of this era must ultimately be composed by young people like you."
"Your teacher, me, the Flying Dragon... we'll all have your back, no matter when or where."
Tyrannosaurus walked over to Mu Fan and looked kindly at this young man, who was steadfast by nature and rarely spoke.
"Thank you, Aunt Long."
Mu Fan answered respectfully, then looked toward the group of old men. His eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple moved.
"...Please take good care of my teacher."
"Family shouldn't speak like strangers." The mature and beautiful Aunt Long smiled, like a blooming begonia scattering fragrance everywhere. Then her voice