"Old man, you're getting a bit sentimental!" Lin Xiaosu laughed softly.
"Sentimental? Then let's be more sentimental... urging you to drain another cup of wine, once you leave the sunshine westward, you will find no old friends!" Chief Long lightly clinked his glass with him: "Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
The two clinked glasses and simultaneously tilted their heads back.
Once the wine was finished, each turned away.
Lin Xiaosu left Chief Long's office.
Chief Long faced away from the door, his gaze fixed on the wall behind him.
In his eyes, there was a glisten.
His chest rose and fell gently.
In front of him was the map of rivers and mountains across thousands of miles.
Above his head hung a sharp sword; those who hadn't been in Chief Long's office wouldn't have thought that the Master of Qianlong would have a sword hanging above his head.
This sword was a reminder.
