The night wind howled mournfully.
The vast Qiyuan Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, the atmosphere frozen solid.
Only the faint sound of Emperor Muwu's breathing remained.
"Prince Lie... brave and skilled in battle... His mind and strategies are... are both... outstanding..."
Emperor Muwu stared at the intricate, ornate patterns on the ceiling, his mind growing heavier and heavier.
"In my life..."
Countless scenes flashed through his mind. Memories of the past rushed in, only to gradually fade.
'No matter.'
'It doesn't matter anymore...'
The pain in Emperor Muwu's chest intensified, and his face became deathly pale.
"...Now... the only one... capable of shouldering this great responsibility... is Prince Lie alone..."
As he spoke, Emperor Muwu began to cough again.
Xiao Chengqi shuffled forward on his knees. "Father Emperor!"
Emperor Muwu waved his hand weakly.
"I once thought... that everything under heaven was within my grasp, but..."
