"Brother Long is definitely going to come with the emperor, right?" Wesley suddenly spoke up.
"Isn't that a given? Even if the emperor didn't come, Brother Long would definitely be delegated by him, right?" said the cook, swaying his belly.
"After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, Long Yi is the saviour who rescued the White Dragon Empire." The mosquito interjected.
"Being high and mighty isn't always a good thing," Wesley scratched his head, uttering.
"Hey, don't say such ominous things." The cook slapped Wesley on the back of his head.
"It's not an omen, it's a fact. Even the emperor understands this, and Brother Long probably knows in his heart. What if with Brother Long's help, our White Dragon Empire manages to overcome the Black Dragon Empire? That would mean we aren't far from unifying the world, what then would Brother Long do?" the mosquito responded speculatively.
"No, actually, I think we're overthinking this." Wesley suddenly spoke out.