Empress Ziwei shed tears of emotion.
The tears moistened her lapel.
A mix of excitement and eagerness, she lifted her jade hand and placed it on the black cloth that veiled the face of the man in black…
"You, you're really alive? I…"
Ziwei, with a lovestruck expression, spoke in an agitated, incoherent manner.
"Don't speak… You've been injured, don't talk… For over a thousand years, I've been absorbing the essence of the heaven, earth, sun, and moon in the cave… And finally, I have comprehended the Constant Sand Realm."
"Really?" A hint of joy appeared on Ziwei's face, "Then, all my years of guardianship have been worthwhile."
Gazing at the face of the man in black, concealed by the cloth.
