The old man standing at the main entrance gave Durin an inexplicable sense of warmth.
But he also felt that it was all an illusion, a descendant of the Mo Family wandering outside should not hold any expectations toward his own kin.
The problem now was that the old Emperor wanted to leave but couldn't—after all, someone had penetrated the magical constraints and entered Shangjing directly; the Candle Dragon Hall was probably going crazy searching for this homeless dog of an Emperor.
However, this was good as well; at least now they had found him, and they discovered that the person who had gone through the constraints was sitting with their own Emperor, solving all their problems in one fell swoop.
Thinking this, Durin reached out to accept the cigarette the old Emperor handed him, making a spark with his hands to light the cigarettes for one another.
"Do you have something to say?" Durin asked with a smile.
