They ate, drank, and talked and laughed.
During this meal, no one talked about the general trend.
It wasn't their place to talk.
If they were not even at the peak, would the tan Emperor's invasion be of any use?
It was useless!
There were some things that were better known in one's heart.
The tall guy was holding up the sky when it collapsed, and Fang ping was this tall guy. When the war came, the one in the most danger was not them, but Fang ping.
……
They ate and drank to their fill.
Fang ping chatted with everyone for a while before walking out of the canteen.
Walking out of the canteen, Fang ping heaved a sigh of relief.
Light footsteps came from behind him.
"Are you tired?"
A gentle voice that was slightly trembling sounded.
He knew that he was asking nonsense, but he still couldn't help but ask.
Was he tired?
Of course it was tiring!
How could Fang ping and the others not be tired from supporting the human race?