Song Ciwan walked to Gao Xiaolang's side and squatted down, listening to him say, "Sister Song, so this is what the world is like with the Nine Provinces united."
"Although there is still poverty and sickness, hardship and disaster... at least this world doesn't have so much war."
"When Demon Fiends and mysterious threats run rampant, there are people who take charge and look after the common folk. Even if it's hard—so, so hard... there's at least a sliver of hope, even if it's just a tiny bit..."
His voice was light and weak, and though there was a smile on his face, he couldn't help but choke up as he spoke.
The Heaven and Earth Scale appeared, having collected another ball of qi: [Small City Level Mysterious Ghost Spirit, melancholy, bewilderment, relief, seven taels and three maces, sellable.]
Song Ciwan didn't speak, only listened quietly.
She figured that Gao Xiaolang probably didn't need her to say anything. He just needed someone to listen.
