Countless generations' plans finally came to a slow end, and among them were many past events that Tang Wen did not know about, but those past events had also become unimportant.
Things like what kind of organization Jing Jian had ultimately become, what had become of that organization in the years since, and whether any Sons of Order or humans had actually done similar things over the centuries—all had ceased to matter, becoming bygones.
Perhaps in the future, a touch of legend might be added, and it could be made into a very good story.
Tang Xian's thoughts and gaze lingered on the last section of the final stele.
"In the year you were about to step into the school district, coincidentally, A Yao's and my life will also come to an end at that time, in order not to become an Angel Envoy, A Yao and I plan to head to the mines and never return."
