Chen Shangwu took a few steps forward, looking at the lights and prosperity across the Qingyuan River. The Sovereign was suddenly overwhelmed with complex emotions.
There was pride, admiration, and also intense indignation.
Chen Shangwu stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Yang, both men silent.
Such is the life of a man. Since ancient times, it has been difficult to uphold both loyalty and righteousness. Take Chen Yang, for example. He paid with the blood of countless men and sacrificed the years of endless lives, yet he ended up in such a predicament.
Chen Shangwu let out a long sigh. "We have never had a drink together. How about today?"
"Next time. I still have something to do today," Chen Yang said. "I'll definitely have a proper drink with you then."
"Hmm?" Chen Shangwu raised an eyebrow, a puzzled look on his face.
"A friend of mine from Lingjin City has run into some trouble. I need to check on him," Chen Yang explained.
