The war was truly over...
Jia Ren's smile was radiant; finally, the day had come. It wasn't about celebrating the victory of the Five Elements Sect. Who won or lost didn't matter. The important thing was the end of a life spent not knowing if he'd survive the day.
He had overestimated the duration of the war and, worried about a shortage of Spirit Rice, had economized on food. Up to now, he still had... over four hundred catties of Spirit Rice. That was careless! Jia Ren wanted to compensate himself well and restore his previous supply of Spirit Rice.
"Daoist Wu, what are your plans?"
Elder Wu had already become as thin as a rail, every rib visible, and his shaky walk made one worry that a gust of wind might blow him away. His eyes stared blankly at the sky as tears streamed down his face.
Finally, he had waited for the end of the war... He was extremely grateful to have met Jia Ren; without his help, he would definitely not have lasted until now.
