"Is that to your liking, young master?" The tavern owner asked as he poured another glass of beer for Qingyi.
There was no hostility in his voice, but there was no fear either.
Qingyi's na had already spread, and it didn't take long for him to beco known as the hero who defeated the great villain responsible for all those deaths.
While suppressing the emperor's participation in summoning the Heavenly Demon, Jin Hao wasted no ti in spreading the story of Qingyi.
After all, having such a great hero on his side was also good for business.
"I've had worse..." Qingyi replied, taking another sip.
In addition to being a fanatic for purity and chastity, his forr master also liked to make liquor from ti to ti.
Qingyi never had the courage to tell him how terrible his creations
were.
Taking another sip, he put the glass on the counter.
"I plan to ascend soon..." Qingyi said, directing his gaze at his father-in-law.
"I know..." Jin Hao replied, turning the glass over and also placing it on the counter.
"What father would be happy to see his daughter go so far and face dangers as terrible as those that exist in the upper heavens?" He shook his head, wearing a pained expression.
"You'll be back at the bottom of the food chain. You'll be an ant in a world of giants, just like when you first arrived here." Jin Hao looked into Qingyi's eyes. "Are you ready for that?"
"I've been at the bottom of the food chain for a long ti." Qingyi laughed. "I know how to get by there, and I know how to climb back up. Don't worry."
The drunks around them couldn't help but pay attention to their conversation.
It was rare to hear high-level experts talking like this, about sothing so important, with such casualness.
"Hm..." Jin Hao sighed, paying no attention to those listening.
"Pour another one." He asked, and the old bartender nodded, filling the glass imdiately.
"When you ascend to the top there too, will you find a way to co back here?" he asked, swirling the beer in his glass before drinking it all in one gulp.
"Yes. Actually, I think it would be better to co back just to pick you up, right? I'll need a good accountant to take care of my fortune when I rule the heavens, hahaha."
Jin Hao shook his head in disbelief.
That son-in-law was truly ambitious, but he didn't see that as a bad thing.
"Just don't die and don't put my little ilin in danger... her mother and I will be waiting for you." The Gold King stood up.
Leaving a generous tip for the tavern owner, the two set off for ilin's mansion.
After a few more days of watching the reconstruction of the imperial capital, a lone figure departed, swallowed up by a spatial fold.
***
On the other side of the world, in the lands of the dragon elves, things were not truly disheartening.
They had suffered minimal damage in the conflict and even annexed
so imperial regions before signing a truce, avoiding a prolonged war and coming out with significant gains.
The high nobility celebrated this victory with grand balls, just as they celebrated the birth of another generation of dragons.
Far from all these celebrations, on the flying island above the capital
of the Grand Duchy of Vaeldrinn, was Lucios.
He was seated on a black throne, the throne that should have been his one day, but which he had ceded to his son.
The black stone of the throne was cold.
It had been many centuries since he lost his wife. Now, not only had he lost his son, but even his granddaughter was distant.
"Where did I go wrong?" he asked himself.
He had asked himself this question countless tis.
He was not an absent father. He had always been there for his son, always tried to guide him, both in the art of governance and in the art
of the sword.
However, nothing was enough.
His son killed his own wife and tried to do the sa to his own
daughter, based on nothing more than the words of senile old n
who claid to be seers of the future.
And for what?
He died like a pig, at the hands of his own son-in-law.
"Sotis, so eggs are born rotten." Lucios stood up, grabbing the elven saber at his waist.
Perhaps his son was one of those, right?
Be that as it may, he only knew that he was tired. He wanted to find a successor as soon as possible to beco the next patriarch of the Vaeldrinn.
After that, he would retire once and for all.
He would adopt a talented youngster and live out the rest of his days
in the mountains, teaching him and molding him into a sharp blade
for his people.
Lucios was about to go to his room when he suddenly stopped.
A terrifying aura appeared above the black castle, and his eyes
widened.
He rushed outside, gripping his sword tightly.
He expected to hear the roars of his dragon already in combat, but
that was not what he found when he got outside.
The bronze beast had its head bowed and its eyes closed, while a
young man's hand caressed the scales on its snout.
"Long Qingyi..." The old man exhaled, staring at the young man in
front of him in shock.
"What? I told you I'd be coming soon and that you should arrange my marriage to Seraphine and Elize, didn't I?"
Qingyi flashed a big smile, stepping forward and wrapping Lucios in a
bear hug.
Beside him, Elize and Seraphine appeared and watched their grandfather with looks full of complicated emotions.
Pulling away from Qingyi, the old man could only return that look.
He had never stopped feeling guilty about what had happened to
their mother.
They didn't deserve that. They never would.
But now... did it still matter?
It was a great day. His granddaughters were back, and soon they would marry the n
they loved.
And this ti, he would be a good grandfather.
He would give them a wedding party they would never forget.
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