Tour, meetings, exchanges, afternoon tea, tech swap, dinner, booze, sleep, breakfast…
Ji Jue spins, jumps, never takes a break.
Yellow Beard keeps his eyes open, expressionless, staring straight at everything in front of him, while his ears are bombarded by a nonstop chorus of dog barks.
"Ouch—thank you, my dears, thank you, thank you! Yep, love you too!"
"Oh Northern Realm, my lovely hometown!"
"Hey, our Northern Realm, now that's the real deal!"
"You outlanders know jack shit, we're Northern kids!"
He blinks once, and suddenly he's wearing a fur coat and a bear hat, turns into a Northern Realm local and starts dancing and singing, spitting out this half-baked Northern lingo as he welcomes and sees people off, slick as hell.
Sadly, good times fly fast, and once again it's time to say bye-bye.
