Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, Chen Zhixing seemed to forget about the outside world, playing joyfully with his parents on the Frozen Plateau.
Together, they built three snowmen hand in hand at the peak of the plateau. They used wooden boards as sleds and raced down from the top, competing to see who could go faster. They picked up snow from the ground, packed it into snowballs, and engaged in a snowball fight.
In that moment, he was no longer the exalted and awe-inspiring Master of the Ziwei Star; he was simply a child enjoying himself in front of his parents.
Elder Ming considered approaching to remind Chen Zhixing to be mindful of his status, but was stopped by Elder Nether.
"Let the Patriarch enjoy himself; after all these years, he's very tired." Elder Nether smiled, looking at Chen Zhixing in the distance.
His attitude towards Chen Zhixing was different from Elder Ming's.
