Then, it was as if the three of them had broken free from some kind of shackle. First, they grinned, then they broke into silent, wholehearted laughter. As they laughed, scalding tears began to slide from the corners of their eyes.
The moment the tears appeared, they were instantly evaporated by the high temperature of their powerful bodies, turning into wisps of white steam.
Those were tears for the departed Lei Meng, tears for the great stone that had weighed on their hearts for so many years finally being lifted, tears for an enmity that had lasted for centuries finally coming to an end.
"Come on! Drink!"
Xiong Yanfu snatched up the flagon on the table, pouring a full cup for everyone—and for the empty seat.
"To Lei Meng!"
"To Old Qin!"
"Cheers!"
The four cups clashed together.
The burden they had carried for so many years was finally, in this moment, lifted.
