That's it?
Is that all Po Suo asks for?
In the sound of slightly heavy waves, a warm sea breeze brought the chaotic cries of seabirds, and the glass-like seawater cyclically broke into fine waves.
That small figure, barefoot, squatted on the beach. The edges of the waves licked at her tiny feet, and her clothes were splashed with a little seawater, as she earnestly built with the fine sand.
Yang Ming, on the other hand, set up an inflatable mat, wearing a fitted combat suit, held two Valkyrie Joy Swords in his arms, and lay back on the mat to savor the "Emperor's Biography," enjoying this rare moment.
In the distant Star Domain, the six battle clusters of the Empire were advancing the war.
This war was destined to last a long time, and Yang Ming had no suitable identity to participate in it.
