Dawn was breaking.
They had talked from deep in the night until daybreak.
King of Sorrow Yao Dang felt no fatigue, nor did the two Heavenly Kings guarding the door outside. Listening to Xu Xing's unending words, they found themselves inadvertently engrossed.
"Big Brother..."
"This is the specific strategy."
Xu Xing's words took a turn as he retrieved a silk manuscript from his sleeve and handed it to Yao Dang.
"Fourth Brother..." Yao Dang said, "Third Brother mentioned you'd like me to give you a resonant title."
Yao Dang cherished the written strategy as if it were a priceless treasure, keeping it close. Then, smiling at Xu Xing, he invited him to sit beside him. "With all your talent, and having suffered such injustice from the Imperial Court which led to your imprisonment... In my view, we shall call you King Xing Tian. What do you think of this title?"
