"If there isn't another Xu Ge in the pharmacy, then perhaps I'm the Xu Ge the Western Depot is looking for," Su Chen said.
"It seems he really is... Xu Ge," Yum Zhong said, his voice trembling.
Inside the ruined temple, the white-haired Prince turned his head to look, his expression unreadable.
"I am Jie of the Zhou Royal Race, grandson of His Majesty Xuanlong and seventh son of the Flame Emperor. I've come from the old capital. My respects."
"If you are returning to the Imperial Palace, it would be best if we traveled together."
Now that he knew Xu Ge's identity, even General Lei was no longer arrogant, and he cupped his hands in apology.
'It wasn't Xu Ge he respected.'
'It was the name 'Xu Ge' and the peak power he was about to possess.'
"Alright."
"Let's travel together."
The wind and rain howled, and the road was a muddy swamp.
In the distance, the majestic Imperial City was visible, its walls stretching for a hundred miles with no end in sight.
The rain stopped.
