In this world, whether in the Westland or the Eastern Land, there are people who do not surrender to destruction, do not bow to Chaos, even in the face of despair, they never retreat.
There is a legendary squad patrolling the camp, saluting Malin, whom Malin patted them on the arm one by one, especially encouraging Xiaolin.
People always grow; he remembers clearly when he first arrived in this time, Malin just wanted to live a good life once more, and now... "Lord Malin."
A child's call came from behind, Malin turned his head, looking at the oldest of the five children. These children, due to their young age, have a high degree of malleability, which is why they learned to speak so early, unlike Shen Wansan, who seemed awkward like an old foreigner learning Chinese for the first time.
"What's the matter, child?" Malin did not know their names; perhaps they didn't have any, just as he did not know what the old Sage was called.
