After smoking the cigar, Caro Xiangfu stopped recalling the past.
After he stood up, he blew out a mouthful of smoke at the gray sky and repeated the old question that he and countless old fellows had asked countless times—
"Can we still see those little fellows return to their hometowns in my lifetime?"
Her kneecap hurt even more.
If this continued, he would probably die of rheumatism.
Perhaps even until he died, he wouldn't be able to wait for that group of little fellows to return from the Great World with glory.
Shaking his head, Caro Xiangfu turned around and stepped onto the glass walkway to return. At this moment, five golden lights descended from the sky and landed in the far north before surrounding the model of the Central Pagoda. The light beam was connected to the sky and the ground, like a bridge.
