When the three sticks of Nourishing Spirit Incense were completely burned out, Wei Cheng was satisfied and nodded approvingly.
From now on, every year, he would burn three incense sticks for eighteen years, and then he wouldn't need to worry about it anymore.
Regardless of whether the reincarnated bodies of Zeng Shu and Wang Jue awaken at the age of eighteen, they would become Earthlings.
The debt they owed to Earth would indeed have to be repaid.
But that had nothing to do with Wei Cheng. They had their own destinies, their own stories, and their own fate.
He, too, had his own destiny and things to do.
With this thought flashing in his mind, Wei Cheng rose with the wind and headed loosely towards S City in the North.
Along the way, large forests could be seen, and there were occasional squads of mechanical soldiers patrolling in the sky.
