Emperor Jie. Five years, all for the common people.
He had seen it all.
For some reason, Lord Su had been adamant, willing to plunge the world into chaos just to kill him.
But.
Lord Su could not be wrong.
And Emperor Jie was not wrong, either.
In that case...
Let this child succeed her father and bring an end to the world's chaos.
"Jie has not yet given you a name."
"From now on, you shall be called Zhou Luoxue."
The great ship sailed into the distance.
On the river, a figure appeared. He stretched out his palm, caught the falling snow, and, sensing its unique resonance, clicked his tongue in amazement.
"Heh heh."
"Interesting."
"This Wind Snow Sword Immortal is quite impressive."
"I just wonder..."
"...compared to myself, who is stronger and who is weaker..."
He was not treading the waves, but standing upon a single reed. Like a lone boat, it moved on its own, gliding slowly toward the Imperial City without a breeze.
