He knew that was the direction across the Thames.

"Uncle Qing, I...Actually, just like Fang Shu, I have been missing the time in the bamboo forest. At that time, we were the youngest, with our elder brothers and seniors supporting us, and we were carefree..."

The magician whispered his memories softly, his eyes and words were all lost in thought, and then he lowered his head and chuckled:

"I can't accept the death of brother Jiang Ran, and I can't accept that my brothers' shelter from wind and rain is falling apart, but I have realized it in the past ten years,"

Recalling various past events, from forcing the alchemist to knock on the door to the scenes during the national war, his voice was filled with emotion and determination.

"The night game is my new shelter. It's our turn to stand up."

"I don't want something to happen that I regret deeply because of my vows,"

The magician looked at the elders in front of him who had been children since they were children, and his usual gentle and steady smile returned to his words.

"So, I'm ready."

A numbered monster rushed from behind and was annihilated when the 'glass' shattered. His voice was chuckle but serious.
Chapter completed!