This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 494: Just Enough for a Mahjong Table

Chapter 494: Chapter 494: Just Enough for a Mahjong Table

Falcon City, the plaza in front of the castle.

The previous gallows had been dismantled, and the broad lift slowly descended from the airship, its reflection under the setting sun splitting the royal road from the castle to the riverbank into two like a sword cleaving from the sky.

King Montegarde nodded slightly.

"Falcon City awaits your arrival, respected Manager..."

The nobles standing behind King Montegarde also nodded one after another.

Watching the humble attitude of those officials and nobles, the representatives from the Self-Government Committee standing not far away felt uneasy and unsure about how to react.

Taote, however, had a clear sense of vision, well aware of where his power originated, and quickly mimicked their actions, nodding slightly to show respect to the Alliance.

Chu Guang, however, paid no mind to these cumbersome rituals, but he was quite satisfied with the humility shown by these defeated subordinates.

Unlike Griffin.

Someone who couldn’t take a loss.

Obviously cornered, yet still wanting to lead his men in a risky move against their own.

Before disembarking from the airship, Chu Guang had already ordered the Skeleton Corps, instructing Brother Mole to follow with the armored troops.

But there was no need to engage in battle.

It would suffice to follow them at a range.

No matter where these men retreated to, no supplies would reach them—not bullets, shells, fuel, or even food and fresh water.

Meanwhile, the Goblin Corps would continually scout the Army’s movements, and if they tried to requisition supplies from any settlements or villages, the ground troops would immediately work with them to drive them away.

If they stopped, then the Skeleton Corps would encircle them.

The upcoming ceasefire negotiations were critical.

Chu Guang needed to trap this army of fifty thousand in a cage, then cut off their food and water supply.

This approach was even more devastating than capturing them outright.

As for the defense of Bister Fort and the supervision of nearly a hundred thousand prisoners of war, it would be handled by the thousand teams under the Second Corps of the Alliance.

"Are you Montegarde? The king of the Falcon Kingdom?"

"Yes... sir." The word ’sir,’ unfamiliar in his mouth, caused Montegarde’s voice to falter slightly, clearly still adjusting.

Previously, individuals like Kras, Griffin, and even the arrogant McCullen had only been equals to him, at most slightly superior.

But now, as a prisoner, he had no place to speak.

The concubines in the harem didn’t matter to him; at his age, he was beyond such concerns anyway. He only hoped that the Alliance’s Manager would spare his family...

Noticing the royal family members behind the king, Chu Guang glanced at them and couldn’t help but remark inwardly that these people from the oasis really knew how to breed.

More than a dozen children, the oldest in their thirties, the youngest only five or six.

With the king leading by example in exceeding birth quotas, it was no wonder the settlements in the desert had populations in the millions.

In contrast to the River Valley Province.

He could scour all of Spring City and still not find as many people. The Bone Chewing Chaos that initially swept through the entire province only involved a few ten-thousand squads.

Hiding frightened behind Montegarde, whose gaze was cast downward, a little girl watched Chu Guang with wide, fearful eyes.

A person had died here at noon.

She had stealthily peeked through the window and was terrified by what she saw outside. If not for her father’s command, she would never have left her room.

Not wanting to frighten the child further, Chu Guang offered what he thought was a friendly smile and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Don’t be afraid, we are not from Vellante; we are here to put an end to this foolish war."

However, contrary to Chu Guang’s expectations, she became even more frightened upon seeing him looking at her and hid completely behind her father.

Montegarde’s expression stiffened, and his wrinkled face gradually lost its color as he closed his eyes in agony.

His head bowed even lower.

Surprised by the turn of events, Count Krunwi’s expression was one of confusion; his pupils flickered slightly before he grimaced, whispering something to a servant beside him.

Not just him; the other nobles nearby also seemed to have misunderstood something.

Unaware of the whispers among those people, Chu Guang had no idea he was actually disliked, causing his eyebrows to twitch involuntarily.

Damn!

Is my smile really that terrifying?

Clearly, the kids in Qingquan City rather liked him.

Whenever there was surplus candy and chocolate from giveaways that couldn’t be sold, he would casually give them to children near the settlement, and sometimes he’d even send some to the schools.

Losing interest in appeasement, Chu Guang turned his attention to the old king.

"Before coming here, I had heard many stories about Oasis, all praising its fertility and prosperity,"

"Yet, as I stand on the bridge overlooking this place, this settlement is disappointingly ugly."

King Montegarde’s face remained impassive.

This level of humiliation was nothing to him.

However, some of the royal family members behind him—especially the young man—showed expressions of either shame or defiance.

Chu Guang continued.

"The streets are cluttered with obstacles and shelters, every face shows signs of malnutrition... You were born on the most fertile land, possessing the legacy of the Prosperity Epoch, without having to face the threats of Variants and sticky molds. All it takes is a little time to throw seeds into the ground, and without much care, you could reap fields of rice."

"Yet, with all these resources, you have turned the richest soil on this planet into a ghastly sight, a disgrace to the deity you speak of."

A young royal member stared at him bitterly. Although he remained silent and careful to hide his resentment, he cursed inwardly, "All because of this guy."

If they had won the war...

It certainly wouldn’t look like this!

But his father was much smarter than him.

King Montegarde, bowing his head, spoke humbly.

"This was not our intention... It was the army, those Weilante People who deceived us, blinded our eyes, planting seeds of hatred in this land."

He knew that the manager from the Alliance wasn’t the kind to come and humiliate him specifically. Although the words sounded humiliating and mocking, they also provided him an opportunity to excuse himself,

Which was to shift the blame of the war entirely onto the army in front of all his subjects.

This was his only way to survive.

Chu Guang looked at him with interest for a moment longer.

It seemed that this Montegarde wasn’t foolish.

"I acknowledge your explanation that you were indeed deceived and coerced by the Weilante People. Therefore, I have no plans to settle scores with you for the time being," however, Chu Guang paused for a moment and then sharply continued, "but that does not mean you are without responsibility."

"As a punishment, we will disband your army and disarm you until you are rebuilt into a normal country."

"I hope you will cooperate with us."

Murmurs spread among the crowd.

Taote from the self-government committee was secretly thrilled, nobles not far away exchanged glances, and citizens outside the square looked at each other, unsure of what this meant.

Hearing that harsh verdict, King Montegarde sighed softly and nodded slightly.

"As you command."

Although much was lost.

However, he and his family had at least survived.

For him, such an outcome wasn’t too bad...

...

Although Chu Guang had humiliated the king of the Falcon Kingdom during the welcoming ceremony, he and his subordinates were still warmly welcomed by the king and the nobles at the banquet held to wash the dust away in the evening.

Castle banquet hall.

Prompted by their comrades, Night Ten, a Perception Type, took up the fork first and stabbed at the meat on the plate, which was indiscernible.

After chewing with his eyes closed for a while, he rolled his eyes.

"Not poisonous... Spit! What is this, it tastes terrible!"

Desert countries’ cooking skills seem to be rather disappointing.

Even with such a vast expanse of fertile land, it’s practically going to waste!

"You don’t understand—in Luo Xia Province, roasted sand worm meat is considered top-grade delicacy, served only to the bravest warriors," Old White said teasingly, not touching the fork in his hand.

In reality, someone who was a chef tried a bite of the tomato scrambled eggs and put his fork down, shaking his head.

"...Even Old Na would shake her head."

It wasn’t just the Burning Corps that got banquet tickets; a few from the Silver Corps who joined in on the airship also managed to get in.

A few chatterboxes began whispering about the gossip they spied on while strolling around the castle earlier.

"How come we don’t see the Manager?"

"It’s normal for him to be busy with official duties; he didn’t stay long at the banquet at the Lion Kingdom’s Palace last time either."

The eyes of Silver Daddy shifted and he suddenly lowered his voice in a mysterious manner.

"Speaking of which... I just saw the Manager lose his temper."

Seeing the mysterious look on his face, Silver Hand and Silver Sword immediately perked up and leaned in, curiously asking,

"What happened?"

"Tell us!"

"Cough," Silver Daddy coughed pretentiously, "...I heard that some nobles stuffed a dozen dames into his room."

Hearing this, Silver Hand’s eyes widened.

"What the fuck? Can he handle all that?"

Silver Sword looked envious.

Though he didn’t speak, his face said it all.

Damn it.

This damn planner would rather give perks to NPCs than to players, how is that fair!

At least let them have a look...

Guessing what his brother was thinking, Silver Daddy gave him a look.

"What are you thinking? Is our Manager that kind of person? He kicked out all the people who were sent... that’s why I said he was so pissed off."

Silver Sword and Silver Hand were both stunned,

The former especially so.

After hesitating for a while, he muttered quietly,

"Could he be... hiding some unspeakable secret?"

Silver Daddy laughed,

"That’s unlikely, he is after all a level thirty-plus Pentagon Warrior; he probably doesn’t have such secrets... it’s mainly that those nobles were just too much."

Silver Sword was puzzled.

"What do you mean by too much?"

Silver Hand was also confused,

"Too ugly? Or did they send men in too?"

Silver Daddy leisurely shook his head.

"It’s not related to that; mainly the fact the total weight of all those people together is still less than your grandfather."

"Pfft!"

Silver Hand spat out a mouthful of red wine, coughing so hard his glass fell to the floor, while Silver Sword, next to him, widened his eyes, muttering,

"Holy shit! That’s too fucking weird!"

Silver Daddy sighed deeply, elegantly tasting a sip of wine tart enough to be vinegar, and outlined an exaggerated curve in the air with the rim of his glass.

"Yes... if it was as big as Crow, the Manager might have turned a blind eye, unfortunately, it wasn’t even as big as Teng Teng."

Quit Smoking, who had been eavesdropping all this while, finally couldn’t hold back his laughter.

"Puhahaha!"

With Quit Smoking joining in mid-way, the four unfortunate kids jokingly talked without restraint, and soon their connections became unstable after just a few drinks, with the first casualties from the Strength Type practically collapsing onto the table.

Other players didn’t care much, as they were already accustomed to this sketchy way of disconnecting; but it frightened the nearby server, who turned pale, fearing something might be wrong with the drinks he served.

"How strange..." Silver Daddy muttered, looking at Silver Hand and Silver Sword sprawled on the table, "These two dummies usually can drink quite a lot."

The alcohol content wasn’t even that high.

Fortunately, he had wisely chosen the Body Constitution System, or else—

Just as he thought about it, his eyes rolled back and he too dropped his glass and collapsed onto the table.

Quit Smoking’s face slightly shifted as he quickly put down his glass, but he still couldn’t escape the bug that had targeted him.

"Damn, you guys sure can drink, even knocked out the Body Constitution type."

Night Ten, blissfully unaware, approached with a cheeky grin and took a snapshot of them. Just as he was about to log off and mock his friends, a portly noble suddenly walked over.

"Respected sir... I finally found you."

The chubby man was dripping with sweat, managing a strained smile.

Night Ten scrutinized him curiously, having never seen this man before.

"Can I help you with something?"

"My name is... Baron Abraham, appointed by His Majesty."

Before Night Ten could ask what was the matter, Baron Abraham pulled a noble lady next to him forward, looking earnestly at the confused Night Ten.

"This is... my daughter, Lady Cecil, thank you for saving her that night."

Winning over the alliance’s manager was probably hopeless.

Just earlier at the plaza, he clearly saw how those once-unattainable big shots were green with envy towards that man.

However, this didn’t mean he was without ambition.

Upon hearing what had happened to his daughter that night, he had immediately sought to connect with the manager’s subordinates.

Night Ten stared blankly at the portly baron and the modest-looking maiden beside him, completely failing to recognize her as the same woman from the previous night.

"You’re welcome..."

"This isn’t about being polite," Baron Abraham spoke gravely, "You saved her honor, and quite literally her life..."

As the noblewoman nodded her head in gratitude, Night Ten scratched his head awkwardly, "No... actually, we didn’t do anything; she knocked the guy out herself and escaped."

If there was anyone to thank, it should be Old White for giving her half a curtain.

Nevertheless, the portly baron continued as if he hadn’t heard a word, lost in his own narrative.

"Ever since that night... my daughter has been unable to stop thinking about you, begging me for another meeting."

"Eh?"

"I see you are a distinguished young man, fit to take care of her. Please, take her with you!"

Night Ten was completely taken aback.

"Wait, your daughter, is she a consort in the castle? Or what?"

Baron Abraham sheepishly smiled and replied.

"Well... she indeed was one of His Majesty’s consorts, but following the manager’s decree, the King has already ordered a reduction in the harem’s size and budget. Except for the consorts who have children with His Majesty, most others have been dismissed."

While speaking, the man suddenly seemed to think of something, leaned closer to Night Ten, and whispered sleazily,

"His Majesty is quite old, and well, no longer capable in certain areas—I’m telling you this in confidence, don’t spread it around. My daughter was only brought into the palace last year, because of that McCullen—cough, anyway, I assure you, my daughter has never served in..."

Standing nearby, Lady Cecil also subtly nodded, her cheeks flushing as she looked away.

"Father... please stop."

Being a young man full of vigor, those suggestive words made Night Ten’s face heat up like a ripe apple.

His gaze inadvertently drifted towards Lady Cecil.

"It’s a demure and elegant long dress, yet it features a rather daring neckline, and lazily curled hair tips rest softly on the brilliant whiteness."

"Actually, upon a closer look..."

"Um."

"It’s pretty impressive."

"Especially the mature charm tinged with a hint of freshness, which had a peculiar attraction for him, a young man who had not yet left the Ivory Tower."

Seeing that the guy clearly took the bait, Baron Abraham was instantly delighted and promptly made his move while the iron was hot.

"...I’ve heard you have a large estate in Lion Kingdom, can you take us there? I once traveled around with a commercial team and understand business quite well. If you don’t want to bother with mundane affairs, you can leave them to me...I’m willing to be your servant."

"Eh?"

Before Night Ten could respond, Baron Abraham quickly continued.

"If you’re willing, you can get married right now!"

"Ah, isn’t that a bit too fast?" Night Ten hurriedly said.

He admitted that for a moment, he was swayed by appearances.

But honestly, he had merely fantasized about it in his mind and never really considered getting married to an NPC in the game.

However, Baron Abraham was relentless.

Seeing the opportunity slipping away, he became anxious and almost wanted to thrust his daughter’s hand into the young man’s hands forcefully.

"How could it be too fast?"

"But we still don’t know each other—" Night Ten said with a mix of laughter and tears, but his words didn’t sound like a refusal to the other.

Having figured out his target, Baron Abraham pressed on, step by step.

"No worries! After you’re married, you’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other!"

Night Ten was dumbfounded as he gazed at this man trying to sell his daughter, utterly baffled.

What stunned him more was that Lady Cecil seemed utterly indifferent to her father’s aggressive behavior. Even when their eyes met by chance, a blush of shyness appeared on her face.

He couldn’t tell if it was genuine or just for show.

Just when Night Ten was at a loss, luckily, Old White came over and bailed him out.

"Listen, I don’t care what your intentions are, but stay away from my people or I’ll throw you out of here. Do you think your king will stand up for you?" Old White said sternly, glaring at the rotund man.

"Yes...milord, I was out of line," Baron Abraham backed away, leaking cold sweat, and cursed inwardly about his misfortune.

This young man was nothing like the other.

His instincts told him that the man before him wasn’t easy to talk to, nor was he easy to deceive.

Not daring to stay any longer, Baron Abraham quickly bowed his apology and hurried away with his daughter.

Night Ten breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn’t tell if he felt more relief or regret, but undoubtedly, it was more of the former.

Mocking Night Ten’s naive appearance, Old White couldn’t help teasing, "Don’t blame me for messing up your good luck. You don’t have an estate in Lion Kingdom, and supporting her whole family wouldn’t be easy."

Hearing this, Night Ten suddenly got defensive.

"Hey, who are you looking down on? What if I just buy one?"

Old White grinned and gestured behind him.

"Was I too hasty, then? Shall I go back and talk on your behalf?"

Night Ten glanced that way and shrank his neck.

"Forget it..."

It was a momentary lapse.

Actually, thinking about it calmly, if he really brought her home, he’d definitely be devoured completely.

Wait—no!

How could one possibly get married in such a muddle!

Moreover, to a stranger whose name one has just learned.

Thinking about it, one was a promising and lucky youth, one in ten thousand chosen by the helmet, definitely fitting the protagonist template found in games, comics, movies, anime, and web novels.

Not to open a harem like those Dragon Arrogant Skies.

But at least to experience a few sweet romances...

At this moment, Wild Wind, who had been silent all along, suddenly had a thought.

"But speaking of which... the estates in the Lion Kingdom, we really could buy a few when we go back."

"Indeed," Old White touched his chin, "Fang Chang that damn thing seemed to have said, let’s not just focus on pushing the main quest, opportunities are all in the side quests."

The food supply in Spring City has always relied on the commercial teams coming from the south.

However, the southern trade routes were not easy to navigate.

Brocade River Province was a plain surrounded by mountains, with steep mountains stretching to the west, reaching all the way to the Zobar Mountain range north of the Camel Hump Kingdom.

It was not an oasis blessed with favorable weather.

But rather a harsh place full of Mutants, Looters, slave traders, chaotic followers, and madmen.

Comparatively, Luo Xia Province was undoubtedly a better grain-producing area.

Moreover, crucially, compared to the Falcon at the edge of the Great Desert and the Honey Badger in the mid-west, the Lion Kingdom was not too far from the Alliance.

Recently, they were even about to build a railway there, and there were also players’ save points in the Alliance’s military bases.

Now that the war had basically ended,

some agile-minded life profession players might have already gone over to "start pioneering"...

...

While the players were feasting at the banquet, Chu Guang was sitting in the office that originally belonged to King Montegarde, flipping through the national treasury’s ledger.

The Alliance won’t stay too long in the Falcon Kingdom.

If it weren’t for Griffin stubbornly refusing to surrender, he would have left in just two days.

Maintaining unchanged border lines was a consensus accepted by all parties and also his promise to his allies; he didn’t plan to be the one to renege.

It was of no benefit to the Alliance.

That’s why they had the plan, "Force the Falcon Kingdom to cease fire or surrender and then immediately withdraw the troops."

However, now that Griffin chose to be that troublemaker himself, Chu Guang could stay a bit longer before the governor from Triumph City arrived.

Half a month wasn’t long.

But it was enough time for him to do some things, carry out deeper reforms in this defeated country.

Establishing the Citizens’ Self-Government Committee was the first step.

What Chu Guang truly intended to do was to transfer, as much as possible, the unmovable fixed assets including land and factories, from the feudal nobles and landlords to the citizens who just got their hands on guns.

A 100% transfer was impossible.

Even if it were achieved, it would definitely be stolen back.

But even if only 10% was completed, leaving only 1% after the Alliance left, it would still cause headaches for those people from Weilante.

Internal checks and balances of power would weaken the potential for external wars.

And Bister Town, kept in the Alliance’s hands, would constantly watch the rise and fall of the internal forces in this kingdom and intervene as necessary.

By then, the people from Weilante would be surprised to discover that although this Falcon Kingdom was still their vassal, and the kingdom’s king still loyal to their Marshal, this vassal had, apart from nominally belonging to them, become utterly useless.

Chu Guang’s lips curled up into a sly smile.

Just then, Xiao Qi, who was sitting on the desk, suddenly spoke.

"Master! A flying ship is coming from the west!"

"A flying ship?" Chu Guang put down his pen and looked at Xiao Qi, "How big?"

"A bit smaller than the Iron Heart, but it has a very strange-looking... er, supposed to be an artillery?"

As he spoke, Xiao Qi stretched out his index finger and gently drew a line in the air. The signal light of the holographic computer pen on the table flickered slightly, projecting a pale blue holographic screen.

Chu Guang stared at the screen for a moment.

The image was very blurry.

Even after AI processing, only a vague outline was discernible.

Chu Guang then asked,

"Has it shown any abnormal behavior?"

Xiao Qi shook her little head in response,

"Nope... Oh, right, it seems to have slowed down."

Slowed down?

Chu Guang pondered for a moment, his heart stirring slightly, and immediately continued,

"Can we contact them?"

Xiao Qi frowned,

"The signal is very unstable in the Great Desert... but they are about to leave the desert, so we might be able to give it a try!"

Chu Guang, "Send them a message, tell them... to come to Falcon City to negotiate a ceasefire."

Xiao Qi playfully winked and crisply said,

"Received!"

Chu Guang watched the little one for a while, then suddenly spoke,

"By the way, did you secretly kick some players offline just now?"

Xiao Qi’s gaze drifted to the side, a guilty expression on her face as she whispered,

"... They were secretly speaking ill of you, so I just punished them a bit."

Chu Guang sighed,

"If I had to manage every private comment, I’d have an endless amount to manage... Don’t do that again."

Unless it was plotting sabotage or assassination, those situations could be closely monitored and "cut off" before any action was taken.

A joke or a couple of complaints weren’t worth escalating.

Xiao Qi nodded aggrievedly,

"... Okay, master."

...

The next day.

In a luxuriously decorated bedroom of the castle.

The sky outside the window had not fully brightened when Chu Guang was awakened by a call from the Academy.

He almost cursed the caller as a lunatic, but considering the time difference, Chu Guang held his tongue.

"What’s up?"

"You’ve taken over Falcon City??"

Hearing the incredulous exclamation from the other end of the phone, Chu Guang sneezed and said,

"That was the day before yesterday."

It seemed the Academy wasn’t very up-to-date; the Falcon Kingdom had surrendered nearly two days ago before they received the news.

Seeing Chu Guang’s indifferent tone, Li Ke suddenly grew angry,

"You promised me you would cease fire with the army! Why—"

Chu Guang coughed to interrupt him,

"I promised you, but there was a slight delay in relaying the order to the front line... and haven’t I ceased fire now?"

"This is your idea of a ceasefire!?" Li Ke hadn’t expected the army to fail so miserably, being pushed directly to Falcon City in one go by the Alliance.

He heard that Griffin was being chased by the Alliance’s Skeleton Corps, retreating to the biggest military base in Oasis No. 2, "Horn Fort," and facing a crisis of running out of water and food.

To confirm this, he even called Griffin’s side, but they just hung up on him without listening.

Clearly, the muscular Weilante man was too heated, and the worst scenario had indeed unfolded...

He didn’t care which corporation or army died first.

But he couldn’t bear the "task of harvesting achievements" going down the drain!

"Calm down, we are planning to negotiate with the army—"

"You’ve occupied their Servant Country’s royal city, what the hell are they going to negotiate with you! Just hand over Oasis No. 2 directly to you?"

Chu Guang spoke impatiently,

"That’s easy, we can just give it back to them."

Li Ke on the other end of the communication channel was stunned.

He didn’t expect this greedy guy to so readily spit out what he had gained.

Chu Guang also somewhat regretted, thinking he should have taken advantage of this situation to ask for benefits from the Academy, considering the sacrifice the Alliance had made for the greater good.

But remembering that the Adjudicator was fast approaching, he coughed lightly, discarding the thought of further haggling.

"...Look, I even let go of Oasis No. 2 that I had in hand. That coordinate, you should give it to me now, shouldn’t you? Otherwise, I might have to reconsider."

Li Ke spoke cautiously,

"...I’ll give it to you after you sign the ceasefire agreement."

Chu Guang said distrustfully,

"What if your words don’t hold?"

"That’s impossible!" Li Ke answered without hesitation, but then his tone switched, "Though... it’s normal for you to have such concerns. Where are you negotiating? I’ll come over then, making the deal face-to-face shouldn’t be a problem, right?"

Chu Guang couldn’t help but feel amused, though he restrained it.

"In Falcon City."

"Wait for me a week... no, three days, I’ll be there in three days!"

Although he carefully hid his emotions, his suddenly verbose demeanor revealed his excitement.

How could he reflect his importance in the ceasefire negotiations?

Of course, by being present at the signing of the ceasefire!

Although this war had nothing to do with the Academy, that didn’t stop him from representing the Academy’s External Affairs Department to garner some attention.

Chu Guang probably guessed his thoughts.

Chu Guang smiled slightly, yet didn’t expose him, amiably responding,

"Alright."

After hanging up,

Chu Guang rested the back of his head on a soft pillow.

The Army, the Academy, the corporations... strangely, the three big sons of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee seemed to have come together by chance.

He found it somewhat amusing that this meeting, separated by a century and a half, was unexpectedly facilitated by an outsider like himself.

"Xiao Qi."

A pleasant voice floated from the bedside,

"Here, master."

"Inform Yi Chuan as well, tell him... in three days, we will negotiate the ceasefire with the Army, fulfilling the Alliance’s promise to cease hostilities by the end of the year."

Since the Academy’s people were also here.

Just enough for a table of Mahjong.

Hopefully, they didn’t start fighting over centuries-old grievances...

"But isn’t Griffin still holding out?" Xiao Qi tilted her head.

"Him," hearing that familiar name, Chu Guang suddenly felt a bit wistful, "he might not live much longer."