"Fang Beijun, so you've come. Well then."
"Shen Peisheng, you too have said quite a lot."
"But, I need none of it!"
"My health is even better!"
"As long as I'm here, I'm the one who calls the shots in the Greater China Region!"
It seemed like a fleeting resurgence of energy, as Xiahou Qi, from seemingly nowhere, strung several sentences together.
His voice was low and hoarse, yet unwaveringly firm.
His body swayed like a flat boat amid tumultuous waves, seemingly on the verge of capsizing at any moment, yet still he stood his ground, unwavering.
He said he would hold the last gateway for Bai Xiaosheng and the others.
And he meant to do just that!
Shen Peisheng stared steadily at his old foe and walked over to Xiahou Qi, step by step.
With each step, a smile slowly spread across Shen Peisheng's face.
For decades, he felt he had never smiled with such glee.
"Elder Xia, why bother? Moreover, is there any point to this?"
