"Have you decided your destination?" Father asked, sitting beside me atop the castle under the vast starry night.
"I will go to the Southern Continent," I answered, my eyes locked on the shining stars.
"That is a far place," Father murmured in a low tone. "We have only just reunited, and now you are leaving again. I was thinking of passing the throne to you, but now I have to put that idea on hold for a few more decades."
He let out a tired sigh and continued, "Do you not feel troubled making your old parents work?"
"Absolutely not," I replied instantly. "Mother is not old. Just by her appearance, she barely looks over thirty. She is still in her prime."
"And what about me?" Father asked, hoping I would comment on his looks as well.
When his dantian was restored, the wrinkles on his face vanished, his loose skin tightened and became smooth again. More than half of his hair had returned to its oceanic blue color.
