"Oh, well."
Li Wutong let out a long sigh. "After something like this, I'm no longer in the mood to celebrate. We'll have a drink together next time we have the chance, my young friend. Tianluo, see Lord Ling Xiao out for me. I'm a bit tired."
Li Tianluo nodded silently.
"Let's go, Ye Zi," Ling Xiao said softly, holding Ye Wen Ni's small hand, which was gradually regaining some of its warmth.
Outside the city, the sun was setting.
The magnificent city stood behind them, shrouded in twilight.
Eight enormous Turtle Shell Beasts, pulling four magic crystal cannons, were ready to depart at a moment's notice.
Ling Xiao and Li Tianluo stood together, silent for a long time.
Li Tianluo broke the silence. A hint of melancholy crossed his handsome face as he asked softly, "Brother Ling, if one day we find ourselves on opposing sides, can we still be friends?"
Ling Xiao was silent for a moment before looking Li Tianluo straight in the eye. "Your father is your father. You are you."
