"Zhou Leng." The enormous Mountain and River Origin, towering over six stories high, quickly paced forward, stopping before Zhou Leng.
"Mountain and River Origin." Zhou Leng smiled, nodding as he gazed at the old friend he had known for many years.
Mountain and River Origin was still much the same, his skin more delicate than the typically rugged appearance of giants, appearing like a large, square-faced man.
The difference was, many scars now adorned his body, and his eyes, compared to before, had lost much of their pure light, replaced by a hint of calmness.
Both were in their early twenties, yet there was an inexplicable sense of weariness about them.
"Congratulations on being re-elected as one of the Ten Monarchs."
"Just sheer luck. You... how have you been these days?"
Zhou Leng's voice carried a touch of melancholy, the two had not met in nearly a year, yet it felt as long as a decade.
