"It's time." Xiao Shou stared at the dark sky from his courtyard. His eyes were calm and composed as if everything was within his expectations.
If Yun Lintian were here, he would notice that Xiao Shou's temperament was entirely different.
"My lord." At this moment, a middle-aged man in black walked into the courtyard and bowed his head deeply. "There are movements inside the palace."
Xiao Shou turned around to look at him and said. "Have you called them?"
"Hua Rong and Shi Gou are on their way. Ying She, on the other hand, refused to come." The middle-aged man replied solemnly.
Xiao Shou smiled and said. "That's good."
He paused for a moment and asked. "How long have you been by my side?"
The middle-aged man quickly replied. "It's been a million and two hundred thousand years, my lord."
"It's been hard on you, " Xiao Shou said gently.
"No, my lord. It is my honor to serve you." The middle-aged man spoke sincerely.
