"Your Majesty! Minister Xu Bin passed away last night due to illness."
"Your Majesty, Minister Zhu Tong died suddenly from a severe illness."
"..."
In the half-year since returning from Guangren Dao to Chang'an, Chen Sansi received notice of death periodically.
These old comrades who accompanied him in battles throughout his life left one after another.
And.
Due to the accumulation of numerous trivial matters over twenty years requiring attention, Chen Sansi had been extremely busy upon his return, failing to meet them one last time or hear any parting words, as if they were just ordinary elderly people passing away, having no direct relation to him.
"A whole cycle has passed, they've all gone, all gone..."
Chen Sansi stood atop the mountain at the rear of the Imperial Palace, overlooking the bustling Chang'an City, his expression momentarily dazed, unable to distinguish between reality and memory.
He remembered past events very clearly.
