"Good!"
After the first 'good' tinged with a hint of surprise, the second, more exhilarating and joyous 'good' echoed once more, striking the heart of Jiang Dali, who had aged to near exhaustion from traversing the river of time.
Bang—
A circle of dust billowed.
The aged, loose flesh of Jiang Dali's foot stepped upon solid ground, and his tall, burly frame seemed shrunken due to the slackness of his flesh, resembling an aged, twilight Lion King. Though his majestic might had not diminished, it was not without some frailty and sorrow of old age.
But at least, he stood on the Ninth Floor of the Human Emperor Tower, the price for which was extreme weakness and decrepitude, with time having stripped away his strength and lifespan...
He raised his head, deep lines furrowing his brow as he looked across.
Opposite him, the burly Emperor also rose with his hands behind his back, the oppressive, overwhelming momentum receding like the tide.
