Galloping across the battlefield, defending the nation's borders.
The Former Emperor, Li Shude, closed his eyes and chuckled softly:
"Only you still think I haven't aged."
"Look at you, you've grown old. I don't have your martial arts skills, I must look even worse, with wrinkles on my face sharp enough to hold a sword."
His voice paused for a moment, then he laughed again:
"I just thought of the past again."
"Li Wu, Zhao Hongxiu, the Heavenly Capital Sword..."
"Those were good times."
Li Lian remembered the past, the young man who would bring him stolen wine, the girl who treated him like a brother, the drunken swordsman who taught him sword qi, swordsmanship, and sword intent, and he thought of himself back then. His expression softened, and he said:
"They were all good people."
Li Shude murmured:
"Yes, very good people..."
