sunset.

The sunset is really beautiful.

This is the best place to watch the sunset on the East Island of Ionia. Sunset Peak was once one of the three holy places of the Kinkou Sect. It is now the only one that still belongs to the Kinkou Sect and is the final place of glory.

Sitting quietly at the highest point of Sunset Peak, squinting at the beautiful sunset.

The warm heat gave his old body a little vitality.

He is ninety-eight years old this year. As the former leader of the Kinkou Sect, it is a great sadness and a sign of some terrible fateful reincarnation to be forced to come out and take up the banner of Kinkong again thirty years after retiring.

Perhaps, the sunset of the Kinkou Sect has also arrived.

He just sighed and stopped.

As people get older, they tend to look away from many things. After all, they are about to die and there is no time to say goodbye too much.

All he can do is live the rest of his life.

Use this last remaining little life to gain some pitiful hope.

"The sunset is so beautiful." Ji narrowed his old eyes hidden under the brim of his huge hat, and the wrinkles on his entire face folded up as he smiled.

Like dried orange peel.

He was really too old, and his old voice made the three people standing behind him feel powerless.

The Shadow Sannin stood respectfully behind him, with their heads lowered, not even daring to breathe.

Although Ji is really old, the brilliance and brilliance he represents are something that no one can look directly at and can only look up to.

"Lord Ji." After a long time, Kenan reluctantly spoke. His childish voice lost its usual composure for the first time, and even trembled slightly, "Are we...really...going to do this?"

"Kainan...cough..." Ji said and coughed here, causing the old black hanging pieces all over his body to make an ancient tremolo sound. It was like a sigh from the old times, "You are a good boy. Back then, you

You traveled across the ocean to Ionia just to prove the balance in your heart. I appreciate this. Now, we also have an ocean in front of us, the ocean of the times. If we cannot cross it, we will be submerged.

, we have to reach the New World, we have no choice."

After hearing this, Kennan fell silent.

"Shen... cough..." Kenan was silent, but Ji was not silent. He continued to speak, "Shen, what do you have to say?"

"Master Ji, my father died for the sake of balance." Shen answered without any emotion, and was determined to death, "In my life, I can also die for the sake of balance. Apart from that, nothing else.

unimportant."

"Akali, what about you?" Ji continued to ask, and he coughed even harder, making this sunset defense even more bizarre.

"Master Ji, my mother once told me that we are doing justice for heaven." Akali said every word. She was no different from Shen, and was equally determined and terrifying.

"Ahem..." Ji nodded, coughed a few times, looked at the sunset, and seemed to say something else:

"The sunset is so beautiful."

The sunset is really beautiful.

sunset.

It’s just after sunset. Isn’t it dark?

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Before nightfall.

The afterglow of the sunset is still spreading infinitely at the end of the sea.

On the vast sea.

The mighty Trident of the Sea Emperor.

On top of the extremely tall flagship.

In the captain's cabin.

The white-bearded and stern Commander Dönitz sat behind his desk and looked at the young man in military uniform standing in front of him.

With a hooked nose, sinister eyes, strong cheekbones, a mean mouth, and a strong aura that cannot be concealed, he is a standard Noxian.

Standard Noxian officer.

"Nice to meet you, General Dönitz. Oh, no, now I should call you, Commander Dönitz." The young man put one hand on his chest and bowed. From this point of view, this guy has no

He speaks with a sword, and his manners are more like a Demacian than a Noxian.

"You have one minute." Dönitz looked at the young man from his homeland expressionlessly, with his white-gloved hands crossed, full of a cold sense of distance.

"Oh, come on, don't be so stingy, okay? General, okay." The young man tried to open up the atmosphere, but when he found Dönitz's unchanged old face and the sailors with their scimitars unsheathed around him, he was embarrassed.

He smiled and said, "As you know, I am from Noxus. I am a noble Noxian soldier, just like you..."

He's still trying to get closer.

"You still have forty-five seconds." Dönitz crossed his hands, as accurately as a machine.

"Okay, I mean, I came here today to make a deal with you." The young man continued in a relaxed tone, "You know, your current position is very important..."

"You still have thirty seconds." Dönitz said without even raising his eyelids.

The surrounding soldiers had completely surrounded him, and throwing him into the sea to feed the sharks would be the next step.

"Okay, General Dönitz, I now officially inform you that you have been pardoned." The young man had to come up with something like a trump card.

"Pardon?" Dönitz raised his white eyebrows, waved his hand, and drove away the sailors. As if he was interested, he looked at the young man leisurely and said, "What crime have I committed that needs to be pardoned?"

"General Burnham apologized for being falsely accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason many years ago, which led to your exile, and ordered you to be pardoned. I hope you can once again join the embrace of the motherland." The young man spoke elegantly.

Impeccable, that kind of behavior was brought out by the Demacia court etiquette master.

But his words were not very pleasing.

After hearing this, Dönitz raised his snow-white eyebrows fiercely again, and sneered: "Pardon, the crime of collaboration with the enemy and treason can be forgiven so easily. Oh, I am so moved that I want to cry. Then my dead family members, I

That daughter who is only sixteen years old, my beautiful wife, who will pardon their death? Tell me, who?!!"

With the last sound, his whole body lay on the table like an unsheathed sword, roaring like a lion.

"General Dönitz, I deeply sympathize with this, but you have to admit that you are a Noxian?" The young man was not intimidated by Dönitz. He knew that if he could speak, he would still have a chance. "

Your family has been a martial artist for generations, and you don’t want to..."

He cleverly left the blank space, and a gorgeous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Enough is enough. With his many years of negotiation experience, the time has come.

"Humph..." Dönitz did not answer him directly. He stood up, walked slowly to his merit platform, picked an exquisite sword, picked it up and said to the young man, "This

This sword was given to my ancestor by General Burnham as a reward for his bravery in battle."

"It's really enviable." The young man responded appropriately. He felt that the matter was done.

"When I was in exile, I brought this knife out just to tell myself..." Dönitz ignored the young man's words, but walked up to him step by step and said, "I..."

He said me.

The next moment, a harsh sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

Dönitz drew his sword out of its sheath and chopped off the young man's head with one blow.

Blood sprayed in the otherwise silent cabin, spraying Dönitz in the face.

Dönitz smiled indifferently, looked at the head that he still didn't understand until his death, and whispered: "I will never let go of a Noxian."

As he said this, he walked to the window, opened it, looked at the last sunset in the distance, and let the blood on the knife in his hand drip into the sea.

"The sunset is so beautiful." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!