Still commanding his subjects to clear the camp, the [Sea King] Atlas, his body shook violently as he lifted his head.
This old man didn't even see his grandson's face written all over with "hurry, praise me," his heart and eyes were fully occupied by the Cat God Bast.
In his eyes, there was a longing for youth and a deeply hidden admiration.
The young people of their generation, how many didn't dream of those two peerlessly beautiful princesses of the Ptolemaic Dynasty?
But today, more than three hundred years later, there are few peers left, and seeing friends long not seen only brings sighs.
Fortunately, after experiencing the vicissitudes of life, Atlas's youthful impulses and admiration have long turned into the most precious treasures in the depths of his memory.
Facing the Cat God, he didn't lose his composure, placing his hand on his chest in salute and said:
"Your Highness Bast, long time no see. Thank you for your and the Desert Empire's help."
