In the stillness of the night, Ron stood atop the lookout tower of Ralph Castle, his gaze piercing through the Milky Way, looking into the deep cosmos.
The traits of "Star Projection" were particularly active at this moment, with countless streams of star energy, like gentle rivulets, continuously flowing into his ocean of spirit through some invisible bridge.
When all was silent, with only the whispers of starlight, Ron often contemplated an ancient proposition—the theory of longevity.
As someone who might live for centuries or even longer, he had no choice but to confront this issue.
In the course of long years, how many births and deaths of family will he witness, how many rises and falls of dynasties, how much prosperity and decline of civilizations?
"Not sleeping yet?"
A familiar voice interrupted Ron's contemplation.
He turned to see Edmund slowly ascending the tower, holding two cups of fragrant hot tea.
"Brother." Ron nodded slightly and accepted the teacup.
