The Human Race No Longer Has a Human Emperor

In a courtyard overseas, moonlight shone down.

Mr. Tao sat by the lake and brewed some tea.

His sturdy body exuded a faint scholarly aura, which was peculiar.

Few people would think that a scholar could be like this.

Even Tang Ya, who had been following him as his bodyguard, felt strange.

She had a habit of being straightforward, so she spoke her mind. "Mr. Tao, why don't you lose some weight?"

Mr. Tao chuckled but did not say anything more.

"A slim Mr. Tao would look refined and elegant. Even Zhu Shen would praise that," said Tang Ya.

"Have you seen me look like that before?" Mr. Tao asked curiously.

When he brought Zhu Shen and Tang Ya back, he was already like this.

"Zhu Shen said that he has, but I haven't." Tang Ya said seriously.

Mr. Tao smiled. "A person's appearance isn't unchanging. It's a process of growth."

"The process of growth?" Tang Ya was confused.