The rain fell desolately, an unending curtain, causing the two men to feel an indescribable melancholy.
The curtain has fallen for the Marquis of Zhenxi, just like the Prime Minister, the late Emperor, Master Ran, and Wen Xinyun...
The monumental shifts have only just begun, and yet the stage is gradually seeing the exit of the old generation.
A sigh escaped as Zhou Chen rubbed his brow and murmured:
"I wonder who will be next."
Bai Jingtian shook his head and softly said:
"It doesn't matter who, what matters is that the young master will lead us forward."
"Indeed."
Zhou Chen smiled at these words, his lips curling: "All we have to do is take care of what's in front of us, Mr. Bai. I've heard that Elder Hua and Fourth Miss will accompany us on this journey?"
Bai Jingtian glanced sideways at him and said:
"Yes."
