"I had another nightmare..."
Morey Pavilion rose, his hand wiping across his face, feeling the dampness of tears.
For him, foodies were comrades who fought side by side, entrusted with each other's lives, and the captain was a leader who was steadfast and sagacious.
They were all very important to him.
But what impressed him the most was the death of the graceful silhouette in his arms.
It involuntarily made him clench his fists tightly, "The end... the King of Nightmares..."
...
"Such a freaking scam..."
Zhong Shenxiu left Morey Pavilion's room, cursing under his breath.
"This goddamn divine-level ritual, does it have to be this troublesome? A romance that's etched in your bones, sorry... I'm devoid of feelings..."
"It's too late to find one now..."
"Forget it, I might as well give up on Gorosa's Eye and go steal the Pale Remains..."
