However, what of it?
He raised his hand, casually gesturing.
A dazzling Red Silk floated out from his sleeve, like a serpent slipping through the burning door crack, then appeared at the entrance outside.
The Red Silk fluttered with brilliance, beaming with incredible power.
It undulated like waves, moving gently, an ordinary person might think it's just a regular red string flying mid-air.
But ordinary people don't include the one who just arrived.
The red-clothed Little Ghost with a ponytail gripped a short blade, his tongue licking the edge, still staining with many hearts' blood from worthy opponents who were utterly helpless before him.
His form was like a ripple hidden in shadow, swiftly arriving in front of the peculiar burning palace.
Yu Chang's cold eyes flickered with a teasing light; in these lands, he could kill whoever he wished.
As for the Empress Dowager...
Her final day had come.
She raised the Emperor, yet became an obstacle herself.
