"I will go there myself and send him to the ancestral lands of the Zhu Country Imperial Mausoleum. There, I will slay the heavens."
"From Cyan Mountain, he watched Great Liang vanish like smoke and saw the New Dynasty rise like a gathering storm. It is time for him to return home and truly rest."
Su Chen spoke.
He looked at the Xuanyuan Treasure Tree.
The Treasure Tree swayed, its lush canopy blooming amidst the snowy landscape. It bore a coat of silver snow, dancing in the wind—a scene as beautiful as a painting.
The wind danced, stirring the hair of the two men in the courtyard.
"Good!"
"I'll be waiting for you."
"Once you've slain the heavens, I will treat you to the finest wine."
Void left.
The Black Dragon Emperor's Chariot slowly departed into the distance.
Su Chen rose to see him off, watching him disappear from sight.
