Time flows like water, rushing forward without ever looking back.
With nearly two months having slipped away since the Mid-Autumn Festival, even the steadfast Great Golden Crow could not help feeling a touch of restlessness.
Not to mention the three hot-headed younger Golden Crows: the Fourth Crow Prince and Fifth Crow Prince, now left to handle matters on their own, had already sent several batches of messengers. At first, the Great Golden Crow had patiently offered words of comfort, but by the end, he had cursed the latest messenger and sent him back with a scathing reprimand for his two younger brothers, which finally bought him ten days of peace and quiet.
Chapter 119