The two sat in a small pavilion within the Imperial Palace.
All around them were people coming and going from the palace.
Those who had fled earlier hurriedly returned.
After a short while, Yan Yun brought a pot of tea, and then retreated to a distance, not disturbing them further.
"Calculating the days, it's been almost a century, and this period is finally coming to an end..."
The elder in plain clothes carried a hint of nonchalance, despite his destroyed strength, he did not let his heart thought collapse.
Judging by his appearance, he seemed much more relaxed.
"Previously, I still had some reluctance.
Reluctant to give up the power to rule a region, reluctant to give up the strength to turn clouds with one hand and rain with the other.
But now I've realized that this, actually, isn't too bad."
Upon hearing this, Shen Han frowned slightly.
"Could it be that the position of Domain Master has caused you distress, senior?"
"In at most half a month, you'll understand.
