Verdant Emperor, Supreme Order, Five Minutes

Time flitted past and would not stop for anyone.

January, the year 9,995 of the Zhou calendar…

As soon as it reached midnight, it marked the fifth year since the awakening of the system. Jiang Ming had been looking for it for a long time.

The westbound sun cast a red glow on the sky and the mountains in the evening.

There were eight dishes and two bowls of soup on the table on the rooftop.

The entire courtyard was filled with the fragrance of the dishes.

"Senior Brother, this is the first time I made shrimp dumplings. Please give it a try," Zi Linglong said as she placed a dumpling near Jiang Ming's mouth. 

"I'll do it myself.'

"You used to feed me in the past, so it's my turn now."

"I'm not an old man who can't move anymore."

"Be good, Senior Brother."

"A-Alright, then!"