The Tarot’s Ten Thousand Visions Continue

A Sang had spent five years making his way alone through Xingdou, growing prickly all over. Yet he could always get A Sang to shed his sharp edges and put away his thorns. A Sang: I'm back. Tang San: You're finally back. The two would never be apart again. And since they were staying together, they might as well build an era of their own. Everyone else: Did you forget about us? The two: Then let's do it together.